One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. ’ The sharp eyes twinkled. After a series of mental gymnastics—occupying the space of a few seconds—it came to him with a shock that here was a new specimen of the species. ’ ‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. " This she did carefully, but inwardly commenting that he was still in the realm of strange fancies.
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