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Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. What need had she of Gerald, or anyone? Yet, if he was here, would he not make some foolish game with her and make her laugh? Instead of behaving in this fashion so stupide, and crying, crying, crying. She began to look for beauty and discover it in unexpected aspects and places.
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