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CHAPTER XXVII
Word Count: 1277
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Released on: 17/11/2017
the way of the tower. I stole across the polished floor out to the landing. I listened at the head of the stairs. In
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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.”