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Pagina 69
But now I must at once explain to my dear benefactor how it has happened that I am spending the holiday here on Lake Como in this super hotel and not , as you so kindly planned , with Paola Buononcini in the villa at Forte dei Marmi .
But now I must at once explain to my dear benefactor how it has happened that I am spending the holiday here on Lake Como in this super hotel and not , as you so kindly planned , with Paola Buononcini in the villa at Forte dei Marmi .
Pagina 279
what exactly , if anything , had happened between these two idiots ? ... Something either had happened , was happening , or was about to happen , well - known to Brussels , as the gossip at home showed , implying enough laughter in the ...
what exactly , if anything , had happened between these two idiots ? ... Something either had happened , was happening , or was about to happen , well - known to Brussels , as the gossip at home showed , implying enough laughter in the ...
Pagina 315
I wish I knew what happened to him in those two years . I can only hope that before he died he found a girl . ' * A girl ? I don't follow . Oh yes ! Of course , yes , I take your point . ' ( He remembers with tenderness ? No.
I wish I knew what happened to him in those two years . I can only hope that before he died he found a girl . ' * A girl ? I don't follow . Oh yes ! Of course , yes , I take your point . ' ( He remembers with tenderness ? No.
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