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on the Tunisian coast?" he said. "Believe me, I was just joking. Do you know what, dearest?" he lifted her hand to his lips-"we'll have two homes; one a real one, here-and the other a dream home, in Tunisia. And every night before we go to bed, you'll tell me all about that wonderful house on the shores of the Mediterranean, where the plunges naked into the sea and where all nature blushes red at the sight. And then-and then-"

His emotions overwhelmed him. As Anna finished dressing, he seized her arm and they stepped into the cool evening air.

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