Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. I want to know more about her. I am a murderer. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again.
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