Clarice was from Lombardy, fair-haired and light skinned. A slow anger burned in the man. “What he had was altogether insufficient. And now take away those cards, and never let me see them again. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. Sir John filled his glass with trembling hand.
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