. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. With the last glimmer of decency he had sent the daughter to his sister. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. Sheppard, with a deep sigh, perceiving that her benefactor hesitated to pronounce the word. But not so much a pig as that man. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank.
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