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Pagina 69
But before I do , I must tell you how wildly grateful I am to you for arranging this wonderful trip for me to your dear , darling Italy . For years and years whenever you spoke of Italy I used to imagine , afterwards , what it must be ...
But before I do , I must tell you how wildly grateful I am to you for arranging this wonderful trip for me to your dear , darling Italy . For years and years whenever you spoke of Italy I used to imagine , afterwards , what it must be ...
Pagina 73
Oh , my dear Miss Gogan , I cannot tell you how pleased I am to meet a lady from England . I adore English women . ' ' But , Count Algardi , ' she demurred . ' I am Irish ! His bony fingers flashed gold . ' Same thing !
Oh , my dear Miss Gogan , I cannot tell you how pleased I am to meet a lady from England . I adore English women . ' ' But , Count Algardi , ' she demurred . ' I am Irish ! His bony fingers flashed gold . ' Same thing !
Pagina 77
My dear signorina , counts , as we would have said at Nottingham , are ten a penny these days . We all have to work , ' and he nodded towards the affluent - looking gentlemen seated around them under the vines with their low - backed ...
My dear signorina , counts , as we would have said at Nottingham , are ten a penny these days . We all have to work , ' and he nodded towards the affluent - looking gentlemen seated around them under the vines with their low - backed ...
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