” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away. She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. " This strong feeling of remorse having found a natural vent, in some degree subsided, and he addressed himself to his present situation. Maybe it’s his loss. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. He will not come.
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