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As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry. Ruth was strong in body and soul. Ray did not pace, he just stood. ‘Come on, Hilary. I went off to round up his wife. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. Not all of us, but some of us. My wife—killed me.
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