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She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. At the Palazzo she had been confined to her own sunny windowed quarters most of the time, but she had the entire run of the inside of the manor. And yet the secondary emotion was one of suspicion. The swelling in his limbs had also subsided. "Where did I hear that before?" "Perhaps that first day, in the water-clock tower. And yet it was basically a fine action. There was a hint of tears in her voice. ‘I am sure you will. “DEAR MR.
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