” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry.
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