"Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant. Gianfrancesco was a contact of mine, I had allied myself to his father before him, and unbeknownst to anyone, to his Great-great-granduncle during the time of Crusades. They stank, and she hated how they blocked the sunlight.
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