Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. ’ Fury was in her face. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. " "You need not," replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction.
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