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He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. The pistol was lowered slightly. ‘Oh, peste. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings.
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