He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. Or else he was indeed obsessed. But in this posture he fared worse than ever. Sepulchre's clock struck eight. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face.
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