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He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. I don’t quite know why. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. In others, she acts with the speed and surety of the loosed arrow. We’ll make short work of them. ” His father interjected.
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