"That man should have been an Italian bravo," murmured the knight, sinking into a chair: "he has neither fear nor compunction. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. Don't worry about me.
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