It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. Moving to the shuttered window, Melusine dragged the heavy drapes back. He knocked at the door. “Bother it all!” she swore. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. . ‘But if you must fight so furiously, I don’t see how I can promise not to do it again.
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