She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. Spurlock halted in his tracks. “Look round the table,” she said. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. He knew it was unnerving, he did it to everyone, even his own kin. I am your servitor.
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