Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. . “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. ‘You have a knack of saying just the wrong thing. .
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