The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. Nothing seemed to be amiss. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. Anna passed serenely out. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. “Yes, mostly. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. ‘But―but how can he know?’ His soldier’s instinct overtook Gerald and he dropped all his insouciance in a bang, becoming brisk. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder.
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