Armand Cognetta

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“Well,” said Rovigo earnestly, “all jesting aside, I could well understand if you wanted to rejoin the celebrations—they were nowhere near their peak when we left. It will go on all night, of course, but I confess I don’t like leaving the younger ones alone too late, and my unfortunate oldest, Alais, suffers from twitches and fainting spells when over-excited.” “How sad,” said Alessan with a straight face. “Father!” came a softly urgent protest from the cart. “Rovigo, stop that at once or I shall empty a basin on you in your sleep,” her mother declared, though not, Devin judged, with any ...more
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