There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe's imaginations of love were essential to the fulness of its ...
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But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and...
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Will not the Senorita trust me?"Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes," she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?""Yes, Se...
