192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. The doorman replied, tipping his cap, “I don’t speak much Italian these days, not since my mother died. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street.
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