“You pushed the wheel from my hand. Clarice was from Lombardy, fair-haired and light skinned. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. He had heard nothing. She looked from Anna, who was far too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage, and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. The man himself was not a pleasant object. It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year.
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