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"By all means," returned Wood; "don't delay an instant. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo,
consuming it like fire. She listened
with dumb fear in her eyes. He saw what he had done only as it related to
Ruth. Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day,
blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of
the Blessed Virgin. Arrived beneath an aperture in the broken roof, he was preparing to pass through
it, when he observed a little heap of tiles upon the floor, which appeared to have
been recently dislodged. He,
however, made no remark at the time, but instantly prepared to set out. She looked down at him and saw that the sunlight was gleaming
from his cheeks, and that all over his cheeks was a fine golden down of delicate
hairs.
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