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This, Ruby loved in Captin: how he was so careful with the dignities of strangers and the dignities of friends, how he cradled them so lightly, yet weighted down his pockets with responsibilities that were not his to bear.
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In the days and weeks that followed, Ruby tried to work out when she’d found the breach in her own history (the breach that’s stitched in every story: run your fingers over it and you will find a clumsy nub where someone tried to darn across the slit). Ruby could not stop him. Captin, tamed and gallant and seeming younger than his fifty years, asked the woman in. And looking back, Ruby knew this was when it started; the slow unraveling of all that she had held as sure and true.
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Baie van wat sy oor skryf kan ek sien hier in Kennington en in die omtrek en die mense...