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Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. ā€œIā€™m sorry I told you that, Michelle. ā€ She shook her head. The risk I run is nothing to yours. I can get into my clothes. He threw the doctor out of the Palazzo on his rear, sending him to the insane plague-infested streets. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written.

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