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She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. “I was very foolish to have been deceived even for a moment. In the next box hangs the rope by which he suffered. She drew a breath, and sighed it out. My birthday was on May first.
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