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The doorman replied, tipping his cap, “I don’t speak much Italian these days, not since my mother died. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. Of course I knew all about him years ago, and he is exactly like everybody’s description of him. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop.
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