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“Just fine. ” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. " "Zounds! David Pugh, don't you know your old friend and countryman?" exclaimed the carpenter. "In favour of my son. Answering him was agonizing. Their small talk continued. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. Even as she watched, the sweat of weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip.
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