You met Sir Rowland at the house of a Romisch priest, Father Spencer. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. ’ ‘And me,’ came the guttural response, ‘I will certainly murder you the very next time I am compelled to see your face.
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