“I have stood it for a month, Anna,” he exclaimed. Too many. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. It must have cut him. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. “What are you doing?” He cried. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile.
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