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"
I
’
m
not
running
anywhere
,
"
I
promised
.
"
We
’
ll
see
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
again
.
I
frowned
at
him
.
"
So
,
go
on
-
Carlisle
was
swimming
to
France
.
"
He
paused
,
getting
back
into
his
story
.
Reflexively
,
his
eyes
flickered
to
another
picture
-
the
most
colorful
of
them
all
,
the
most
ornately
framed
,
and
the
largest
;
it
was
twice
as
wide
as
the
door
it
hung
next
to
.
The
canvas
overflowed
with
bright
figures
in
swirling
robes
,
writhing
around
long
pillars
and
off
marbled
balconies
.
I
couldn
’
t
tell
if
it
represented
Greek
mythology
,
or
if
the
characters
floating
in
the
clouds
above
were
meant
to
be
biblical
.
"
Carlisle
swam
to
France
,
and
continued
on
through
Europe
,
to
the
universities
there
.
By
night
he
studied
music
,
science
,
medicine
-
and
found
his
calling
,
his
penance
,
in
that
,
in
saving
human
lives
.
"
His
expression
became
awed
,
almost
reverent
.
"
I
can
’
t
adequately
describe
the
struggle
;
it
took
Carlisle
two
centuries
of
torturous
effort
to
perfect
his
self
-
control
.
Now
he
is
all
but
immune
to
the
scent
of
human
blood
,
and
he
is
able
to
do
the
work
he
loves
without
agony
.
He
finds
a
great
deal
of
peace
there
,
at
the
hospital
.
.
.
"
Edward
stared
off
into
space
for
a
long
moment
.
Suddenly
he
seemed
to
recall
his
purpose
.
He
tapped
his
finger
against
the
huge
painting
in
front
of
us
.
"
He
was
studying
in
Italy
when
he
discovered
the
others
there
.
They
were
much
more
civilized
and
educated
than
the
wraiths
of
the
London
sewers
.
"
He
touched
a
comparatively
sedate
quartet
of
figures
painted
on
the
highest
balcony
,
looking
down
calmly
on
the
mayhem
below
them
.
I
examined
the
grouping
carefully
and
realized
,
with
a
startled
laugh
,
that
I
recognized
the
golden
-
haired
man
.
"
Solimena
was
greatly
inspired
by
Carlisle
’
s
friends
.
He
often
painted
them
as
gods
,
"
Edward
chuckled
.
"
Aro
,
Marcus
,
Caius
,
"
he
said
,
indicating
the
other
three
,
two
black
-
haired
,
one
snowy
-
white
.
"
Nighttime
patrons
of
the
arts
.
"
"
What
happened
to
them
?
"
I
wondered
aloud
,
my
fingertip
hovering
a
centimeter
from
the
figures
on
the
canvas
.
