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” “But Italy—” “Italy’s for a good girl,” he said, and laid his hand for a moment on her shoulder. She could not speak. I killed him, Nigel. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. You will wonder why he did not hold the pearls until Father returned. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper.
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