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They’ll know. Cars rushed by on the street, swerving into the middle of the two lane road to avoid the knee-deep puddles forming around sewer grates. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. Lucy grabbed its handle, her broken bones mending inside her causing her to wince in pain. “Stop! Stop telling me these things at once! We should stay in the Palazzo! I must protect my ancestral home!” Gianfrancesco exclaimed. It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. One who—who—tres.
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