Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess. It’s Italian. He rose, steadied himself, then walked out of the dining room. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. The new and the old cancelled out; his daughters became quasi-independent dependents—which is absurd. The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them.
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