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I secured the dog after he had wounded me. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. I had not the time to formulate the decoctions that would have saved him— they take weeks to create and must come from your own blood! You were perilously close to death, and had I not watched you constantly for the week you were unconscious they would have buried you alive! Gianfrancesco was ready to give up after two days, 172 ready to throw you in the plague cart! Of course he had no use for you after bearing witness to the loss of your womanly organs. About them quickly. This is also the ragged edge of the world, too. I do wish you could come and dine with us some evening. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank.
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