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. Thank you for the books. Saviour's Church. Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. I used to go by the name Lucy Iovelli, which was my natural father’s surname. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton.
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