"Well?" he whispered. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. The entire family massacred. "Why does she weep?" Ruth wanted to know. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously.
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