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‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. All who lived there aspired to be something greater, all who lived there had hope, even the slaves! Oh, Lucia, if you could have seen the Parthenon, or attended the plays at the Athaneum, you would know why I loved it there. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald.
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