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We were lingering over one of our honeymoon breakfasts in Naples, my husband dividing his attention between _Il Corriere di Napoli_ and his coffee, and I planning for my favorite pastime, swimming, in that sea which looks like a liquid sapphire.
"‘No clue to the mysterious disappearance of the Contessa Fabriani," he read. "‘After a month's search, the police are baffled."