" "Worth anything?" "I don't know. Anna glanced into her sister’s face, and rose to her feet. It’s all nonsense. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. His face turned a dark crimson. Hetty, who had periods of lucid expression, put the thing for her from her pillow. He gurgled as if trying to communicate. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. Sebastian returned to find her blood dripping into the crucible. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave.
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