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"
Of
course
!
Though
why
you
needed
to
bother
I
do
n't
know
.
Just
being
a
permanent
inhabitant
of
this
place
would
be
enough
to
neuter
anyone
's
ovaries
.
"
"
On
the
contrary
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Cardinal
Vittorio
,
enjoying
her
hugely
.
"
It
is
we
men
who
have
psychologically
neutered
ourselves
.
"
"
I
beg
to
differ
,
Your
Eminence
.
"
"
So
our
little
world
antagonizes
you
?
"
"
Well
,
let
's
just
say
I
feel
a
bit
superfluous
,
Your
Eminence
.
A
nice
place
to
visit
,
but
I
would
n't
want
to
live
here
.
"
"
I
can
not
blame
you
.
I
also
doubt
that
you
like
to
visit
.
But
you
will
get
used
to
us
,
for
you
must
visit
us
often
,
please
.
"
Justine
grinned
.
"
I
hate
being
on
my
best
behavior
,
"
she
confided
.
"
It
brings
out
the
absolute
worst
in
me
--
I
can
feel
Dane
's
horrors
from
here
without
even
looking
at
him
.
"
"
I
was
wondering
how
long
it
was
going
to
last
,
"
said
Dane
,
not
at
all
put
out
.
"
Scratch
Justine
's
surface
and
you
find
a
rebel
.
That
's
why
she
's
such
a
nice
sister
for
me
to
have
.
I
'm
not
a
rebel
,
but
I
do
admire
them
.
"
Herr
Hartheim
shifted
his
chair
so
that
he
could
continue
to
keep
her
in
his
line
of
vision
even
when
she
straightened
,
stopped
playing
with
the
cat
.
At
that
moment
the
beautiful
animal
grew
tired
of
the
hand
with
an
alien
female
scent
,
and
without
getting
to
its
feet
crawled
delicately
from
red
lap
to
grey
,
curling
itself
under
Herr
Hartheim
's
strong
square
stroking
hands
,
purring
so
loudly
that
everyone
laughed
.
