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272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. “Morning, Mom. ‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move to the side that I may leave this room. . Be on your guard. I miss her a lot. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. Easy enough to look as if one rides away.
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