"Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. After he was gone in
the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had
written the previous night. She found her
foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes
UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. Ben watched these manoeuvres with great interest, and strained every sinew in
his frame to keep ahead of the other boats. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple,
which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling
like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat
at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. . He recognized the face instantly.
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