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| | NewStandard: 8/11/96 |
 | | There began a trail of tears that would lead from the shattered calm of Polly Klaas' bedroom to the dignified hush of the courtroom where her killer, Richard Allen Davis, stood trial for his life. |
 | | At the front of the church was Polly's mother, Eve Nichol, her eyes filled with misery, her skin, oddly translucent, stretched tight in a mask of grief. |
 | | Polly's father, Marc Klaas, also testified, describing how Polly loved life, how she wanted to be an actress, how she mastered baseball, swimming, the clarinet. |
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