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A remittance man. These were the Master's body-guard. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. He was tall, nearly six feet, and from his stature it was clear that he spent some spare time working on his physique. His tone was rough, almost threatening. I may want you. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. There was nothing to be got out of the man. “Wise! Kind! What mockery words are! I came because I had to.
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