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tied up in bags! And how!’
‘You studying in Florence?’
‘Me? Sure, I’m studying architecture there. I go back
Sunday—I’m staying for the races.’
With difficulty Dick restrained him from adding the
drink to the account he carried in the bar, like a stock-mar-
ket report.
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