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“My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. ‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. Rituals instead of medicines. You tell me he didn't like the stuff. The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. White, who had risen to greet her, proceeded with a formal, and from Anna’s point of view, a wholly unnecessary round of introductions. Anyhow, it were me as got you down to the wetnurse.
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