192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. “You permitted me then to call you my friend. Lightheaded, she threw up in the courtyard of the Palazzo as servants crowded her in alarm. "These are my terms, Sir Rowland," he added, taking a sheet of paper from his pocket, and pushing it towards the knight. The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket.
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