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” Anna had reached the house where she lodged, but she hesitated on the doorstep. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. She could feel teenage girls from all corners of the room tensing, preparing to shriek. She told him the story of her parents, her marriage to Iovelli, the loss of her baby, the kidnapping after the miscarriage. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. I shall now be able to test my skill.
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