So long as he lived, Spurlock knew that in fancy he would be reconstructing that scene between himself and Ruth's father. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. Other girls gathered around like sheep. Sulphurous poisons assaulted her nostrils as she threw the stone to one side of its resting place. ‘Quick, Gérard. “Of course it is okay!” Cathy’s voice rose in volume and in pitch.
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