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The doorman replied, tipping his cap, “I don’t speak much Italian these days, not since my mother died. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. “I wonder why I am always hungry nowadays. I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you.
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