She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. Wild will hang me. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. I was a novelty. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand.
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