The veins in his throat and forehead swelled and blackened; his eyes protruded from their sockets, and stared wildly; a thick damp gathered on his brow: and blood gushed from his mouth, nostrils, and ears. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. I would not think so of you, Marthe. In fact, it would not surprise me to discover that they were both Leonardo’s.
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