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’ Leonardo had taught her that. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. She laughed a little contemptuously. ‘Not where we’re going. But for Ruth, he, Howard Spurlock, might have ended upon the beach, inescapably damned. “In fact, yes, I do. "The part was crooked," she explained. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment.
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