- Ros's body
"We all looked down: there she was, sprawled face-down in the middle of the room. She must have been there all the time."
"Ros's front was bathed with blood--indeed it was still fountaining from a hole between her breasts, soaking her silvery frock, puddling the carpet. I could hardly believe my eyes. I had forgotten that blood was that red, a primary red like children's paintboxes, brilliant and alive, yet stagy, cosmetic. Her eyes were open, staring vacantly, and blood was trickling from the corners of her mouth."
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