First, look at this glove. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. When the doctor came in—he had just finished his breakfast—O'Higgins rose and presented his card. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. Pity you aren’t under my command. During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days. I shall count it a privilege.
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