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She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. " "Ruth what?" "Enschede; Ruth Enschede. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced.
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