I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. For she knew that men married to get something. Never for a moment had violence come between these two since long ago he had, in spite of her mother’s protest in the background, carried her kicking and squalling to the nursery for some forgotten crime. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire.
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