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The result might have sounded merely bizarre, even ridiculous, from another mouth than Suns, accompanied by a different kind of gaze.
Doni looked to one side of him. Im sorry, Comrade Colonel, she said humbly. I know my English not good.
Better than the other ones, anyway, Newberry Academy said Sun with a tolerant smile. 
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the others? Followed by Doni, he walked out of the room, across a stone-flagged corridor, and into the main sitting-room of the house, a high-ceilinged, airy place with a cobbled floor that sloped gently Newberry Academy and splendid shapely furniture of olive-wood, made in the island. The brightly-patterned modern rugs and cushions, the pair march of dimes walk
run-of-the-mill abstracts on the rough-cast wall, were incongruous. Open double doors gave on to a narrow terrace with folding chairs and a low table, and beyond there Newberry Academy was nothing but the sea, flat calm and so brilliantly lit by a fast-rising full moon that it seemed both infinitely liquid and impossibly barbados
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to the room. The girl stretched out on the square-cut Newberry Academy day-bed looked up quickly. She was Donis height, had the same near-black eyes, wore the same kind of outfit (black pants, white jacket in her case), but her slimness made the other girl appear almost lumpish. Long-legged and high-breasted, with an exquisitely-shaped silverton bank
dark head cut Newberry Academy short in a boyish style, Luisa Tartini was Italian in more than her name. Like Doni, however, she was Albanian by nationality, carrying a similar passport. But she had none of her companions docility of manner, and her glance at Sun now was edged with Newberry Academy resentment and fear. It seemed amy brenneman private practice
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