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. ” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. “Well, because I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea breakfast gets my goat.
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