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“Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. “Contrarily, you are sitting on a sepulcher of death! It 30 is only a matter of time before the Pestilence strikes here again, Gianfrancesco. But at the word “home” she turned again. And if he would, I would not subject him to the annoyance. Go to her and tell her. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead.
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