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Gian-Luca took Maddalena to Hadley Woods -- they are very lovely in June. Fabio had made up a luncheon basket, and as Gian-Luca carried it he smiled, remembering a day at Kew Gardens. Maddalena had dressed herself all in white, something had made her discard black that morning. She walked by Gian-Luca, very stately and tall, a true daughter of Rome the eternally fruitful -- even so had her young virgins walked by their lovers for more than two thousand years.
They sat down together under the beech trees, and he lifted her hand and kissed it. "Your hand is full of happiness," he said, "will it spare a little for me?"