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In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. I know now that I was mistaken. "Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. I meant to lie to you. He had put himself before the threshold of damnation; for Ruth was now a vestal in the temple.

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