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"Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. ” “Sir John,” Miss Pellissier said impressively, “has asked your sister to be his wife. Kneebone, he took his departure. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. "Bravo!" shouted Blueskin. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. Before the Monroes I was placed with a single woman, Leslie Cavendish. “Yes, John. Ramage,” she said, “please don’t talk like this. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. ‘Then open it quickly. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention.
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