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" "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. " Ruth spread out the ruffled skirt, sundrily torn and soiled. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. After that night she made it a habit.
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