“You poor little girl!” he cried. On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone covering it gave resistance. “We have,” he said, “to be the utmost friends.
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