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Even in this dread moment Ruth was conscious of a pathetic interest in the scattering pencils. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. The girl’s eyes never left his face. It’s awkward, but we’ll get round it somehow.
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