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Paul
recognized
the
death
thoughts
in
his
father
’
s
words
,
spoke
quickly
:
“
Nothing
’
s
going
to
happen
to
you
,
sir
.
The
—
”
“
Be
silent
,
Son
.
”
Paul
stared
at
his
father
’
s
back
,
seeing
the
fatigue
in
the
angle
of
the
neck
,
in
the
line
of
the
shoulders
,
in
the
slow
movements
.
“
You
’
re
just
tired
,
Father
.
”
“
I
am
tired
,
”
the
Duke
agreed
.
“
I
’
m
morally
tired
.
The
melancholy
degeneration
of
the
Great
Houses
has
afflicted
me
at
last
,
perhaps
.
And
we
were
such
strong
people
once
.
”
Paul
spoke
in
quick
anger
:
“
Our
House
hasn
’
t
degenerated
!
”
“
Hasn
’
t
it
?
”
The
Duke
turned
,
faced
his
son
,
revealing
dark
circles
beneath
hard
eyes
,
a
cynical
twist
of
mouth
.
“
I
should
wed
your
mother
,
make
her
my
Duchess
.
