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In spite of her protestations, Roma was nervous and confused. Putting David Rossi to sit in the arm-chair on the platform for sitters, she rattled on about everything-her clay, her tools, her sponge, and the water they had forgotten to change for her. He must not mind if she stared at him-that wasn't nice, but it was necessary-and he must promise n
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