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F. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. . But his glance roved, to the door through which Ruth had gone, to Enschede's drooping back. Taber? There is a possibility. He looked at her with an expression of comical despair. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin.
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