‘And I am delighted to see that you are ready to admit that the Charvills—or rather the Valades—are indeed your affair. She was faint from hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood madness readying for battle. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. Who could guarantee a safer existence outside Florence? That Sebastian seemed to have a weird immunity to the Pestilence was a trait that went unquestioned, unanswered.
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