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CHAPTER XXII
Word Count: 3039
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Released on: 17/11/2017
ood night to our friendly priest, crossed the Campo. Our search for that night was ended. I was free to se
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The Clock and the Key
“Our gondola, far out on the lagoon, hardly moved. But neither Jacqueline nor I, under the red and white striped awning, cared much, and Pietro even dared to light a cigarette.”