"I should never have been what I am, but for you. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much more expression than they could carry. "The blood that has been spilt is that of his wife. I proved myself early as an athlete, skills I retained long after my return home. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance.
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