The Widgett method of thought puzzled her weakly rhetorical mind. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. Every word you utter puzzles me. “Stop! Stop telling me these things at once! We should stay in the Palazzo! I must protect my ancestral home!” Gianfrancesco exclaimed. She shook them off of one foot. “Is everything okay?” His mother touched his 251 shoulder gently, standing up. Wood.
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