So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Wood. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear. Will I meet you there?’ ‘Yes, yes, I shall await you. ’ ‘No, I won’t. Another glass, Jack.
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