" "If I do, I care not," rejoined Wild; "I shall have lived to see you hanged. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire.
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