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She recognized the face but could not quite place it. He begged their attention for the next turn. The doorman replied, tipping his cap, “I don’t speak much Italian these days, not since my mother died. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms.
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