With the usual precautions, Austin then departed. He had come to Anna’s rooms from a dinner party, and he was in evening dress. . Then he threw the letter at me. “Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. ‘I can manage now.
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