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Happy Birthday,
then. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!"
"A brick?"
He chuckled. . How the deuce did I ever manage to
father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded
Catholic nun. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member
of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in
Mantua. One little minute with soap and water, voilà
tout. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware
that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a
wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned
passionately upward.
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