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She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night. “After all, there are great things left in the world for you. I thought that he was dead. She could not stir hand or foot. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. “To tell you the truth, I am a little dull.
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