The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo,
consuming it like fire. Drink the toast, Jack. “Have you killed recently?” He was curious, scared. Like a petulant child he snapped. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with
hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. He had forgiven everybody. Because she states
her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact
that she is right. He did not particularly care. It was interesting to see
how different and characteristic his mode of approach was to all sorts of
questions that interested her, and it was amusing to discover this other side to the
life of a Morningside Park inhabitant.
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