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The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. ” “Thanks, honey. Just go about with him. " "I know a man…. ‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation, and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy? What nationality are you?” “I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my mother, who was Gypsy. I am ready to wait for you, to wait your pleasure, to give all my life to winning it. Wood. The boy she had loved was gone.
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