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She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. Oddly, he was seldom angry with her as Gianfrancesco would have been. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks.
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