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She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. Gianfrancesco was a contact of mine, I had allied myself to his father before him, and unbeknownst to anyone, to his Great-great-granduncle during the time of Crusades. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. From beginning to end it was first-hand stuff. “Why?” he asked, suavely. ” Lucy replied sadly.
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