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been so hurt

Didn’t she trust him? And, then, he’d been loving and attentive once he’d gotten over being distant and hurt.
She was still suspicious. But . . . she loved him. How could she let him go? So here she was getting soaked to the skin. She must be the only person on the water right now.
But, no. There was another gondola on the canal. As it went by without so much as a greeting from the other paddler, Maria realized that she knew her. That wasn’t really surprising—she knew most of the boat people. And if anyone would be out in the half dark and rain, it would be “the Spook.”
Maria was grateful, at least, that her destination wasn’t all the way out to Guidecca to drop letters with Captain Della Tomasso this h