“Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. She had nothing to say for herself. "Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. I MUST. I don't believe he is much past forty. Promise me one thing before I leave you. Yet she never once thought of changing it. ‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére. Seizing her hand he covered it with kisses. " He shook his head.
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