"Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae Amen."
The daily recitation of the Rosary was over. During half an hour the calm voice of the Prince had reminded the Sorrowful Mysteries, during half an hour other voices had mixed fabric waving a buzz which were posted on the golden flowers of unusual words: love, virginity, death, and while buzz that lasted the rococo hall seemed to have changed appearance, Financo parrots that explained the rainbow on the wings of silk saved had appeared intimidated, even Mary Magdalene, between two windows, had seemed like a penitent rather than a beautiful blonde, in some kind of dreamy dreams, as you could see forever.
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