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‘Aye, that she was. Stanley, standing up with a sudden geniality and rubbing his hands together. Happy to do anything in my power. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds.
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