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His glance came up again and met hers. Gerald glanced down and saw her dash at a spread of blood on his own hand, only now realising that her dagger had found its mark. Why didn’t he die?” Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. ‘A man who is false, who steals papers, who has a plot to take another’s name, who lies to the Mother Abbess and to me, and above all this—’ her voice near to breaking ‘—one who is French. “Garçon,” he said, “will you ask the gentleman at the next table if he will do me the honour of taking a glass of wine with me.
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