Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. Jack was so harrassed that he felt half inclined to stand at bay. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself.
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