She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. From the Sha-mien to the yacht, Spurlock had uttered no word; though, even in the semi-darkness, no gesture or word of Ruth's escaped him. Everything seemed designed to unhinge the mind and make the cat wretched.
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