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The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. I've sent for the priest. She heard Gianfrancesco arguing with Sebastianus.
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