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"
A
priest
?
"
Julia
could
hardly
believe
her
ears
.
She
had
a
feeling
of
acute
discomfort
.
But
his
answer
sank
into
her
mind
and
in
a
flash
she
saw
him
as
a
cardinal
,
inhabiting
a
beautiful
palazzo
in
Rome
,
filled
with
wonderful
pictures
,
and
surrounded
by
obsequious
*
prelates
;
and
then
again
as
a
saint
,
in
a
mitre
and
vestments
heavily
embroidered
with
gold
,
with
benevolent
gestures
distributing
bread
to
the
poor
.
She
saw
herself
in
a
brocaded
dress
and
string
of
pearls
.
The
mother
of
the
Borgias
.
"
That
was
all
right
in
the
sixteenth
century
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
’
s
too
late
in
the
day
for
that
.
"
"
Much
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
think
what
put
such
an
idea
in
your
head
.
"
He
did
not
answer
,
so
that
she
had
to
speak
again
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
happy
?
"
"
Quite
,
"
he
smiled
.
"
What
is
it
you
want
?
"
Once
again
he
gave
her
his
disconcerting
stare
.
It
was
hard
to
know
if
he
was
serious
,
for
his
eyes
faintly
shimmered
with
amusement
.
"
Reality
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
