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Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. There was a strained, eager expression on his face. "But trifle with mo no longer. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. 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. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph.
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