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It takes my mind off from the pictures sweeping

As in a fever, through it. Fast they come....

[He begins to pace again, his arm in Cardinal Segovia’s.

Cesare’s picture

Of how they parted on the Banchi Vecchi;

The strange masked figure that Giovanni swung

Up to his saddle as he rode away,

Away—

I see him in the midsummer, calm night—

Toward the Jews’ quarter in Sant’ Angelo,

Toward the dark Sistine Convent, and beyond ...

Ha, to the quarter of our deadly foemen,

The Bears, the vile Orsini.