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"Yes, but we are not invisible, remember it," he whispered

"But who died here today? People are full of torment and fear Listen There is satisfaction, and there is weeping "

He didn't answer

I grew uneasy

"What is it? It can't be any coilant and unquiet "

"It's their great refored, and then burnt here Thank God, he was already dead before the flames rose "

"You wish reat reformer in the eyes of some perhaps, had always been damned by all I knew He had conde any validity to the very school in which s were to be learnt

"I wish mercy for any man," said Marius He beckoned for me to follow, and we moved towards the nearby street

We headed away frorisly place

"Even this one, who persuaded Botticelli to heap his own paintings on the Bonfires of the Vanities?" I asked "How many times have you pointed to the details of your own copies of Botticelli's work to show et?"

"Are you going to argue with me until the end of the world!" said Marius "I'th in every aspect, but must you question every word that falls froht of nearby torches fully illu smile "There are soreater truths rise out of the continued strife between teacher and pupil But not me! I believe you need to let my lessons settle in quiet at least for the space of five in your counterattack "

"You try to be angry with me but you can't "

"Oh, what aHe walked fast ahead of me

The sreat house rather than a city street I longed for the breezes of Venice, or rather, my body did, out of habit I was quite fascinated to be here

"Don't be so provoked," I said "Why did they turn on Savonarola?"