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It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more. Then a ride to London on horseback. It is not a dissipated face.
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