“I might go home, I don’t know. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. Warm reality was now so near her she could hear it beating in her ears. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. You shall have the spending of every penny of my money. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover.
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