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There was a stain of wine upon her dress. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. If ever the denouement came—if ever the Hand reached him—Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances. She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline.
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