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Pagina 155
Four nights , please . ' " Only four ? ' He winced again . In the Academy his colleagues called him Luca Fa Presto , after a certain Neapolitan painter who could finish any picture in twenty - four hours . ' It's a small portrait .
Four nights , please . ' " Only four ? ' He winced again . In the Academy his colleagues called him Luca Fa Presto , after a certain Neapolitan painter who could finish any picture in twenty - four hours . ' It's a small portrait .
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It was rather important to me that after I was sent home I was in the hospital for four months . I could not sleep . I had constant nightmares , always the same one - me running through a wood and him running after me with his cane .
It was rather important to me that after I was sent home I was in the hospital for four months . I could not sleep . I had constant nightmares , always the same one - me running through a wood and him running after me with his cane .
Pagina 371
One of the four , a brawny , blue - eyed , white - toothed giant , handsome in a bullish peasant way , nodded cheerfully towards one of the other three . ' Mick's father - in - law . ” His eyes danced mischievously over his companions ...
One of the four , a brawny , blue - eyed , white - toothed giant , handsome in a bullish peasant way , nodded cheerfully towards one of the other three . ' Mick's father - in - law . ” His eyes danced mischievously over his companions ...
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