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Chapter 3
You’dlookmagnificentincardinal’sred."
"Nochanceofthat,I’mafraid.IfancyGillanboneisnotexactlytheepicenteroftheArchbishopPapalLegate’smap.Anditcouldbeworse.Ihaveyou,andIhaveDrogheda."
Sheacceptedthedeliberatelyblatantflatteryinthespiritinwhichitwasintended,enjoyinghisbeauty,hisattentiveness,hisbarbedandsubtlemind;trulyhewouldmakeamagnificentcardinal.Inallherlifeshecouldnotrememberseeingabetter-lookingman,noronewhousedhisbeautyinquitethesameway.Hehadtobeawareofhowhelooked:theheightandtheperfectproportionsofhisbody,thefinearistocraticfeatures,thewayeveryphysicalelementhadbeenputtogetherwithadegreeofcareabouttheappearanceofthefinishedproductGodlavishedonfewofHiscreations.Fromthelooseblackcurlsofhisheadandthestartlingblueofhiseyestothesmall,slenderhandsandfeet,hewasperfect.Yes,hehadtobeconsciousofwhathewas.Andyettherewasanaloofnessabouthim,awayhehadofmakingherfeelhehadneverbeenenslavedbyhisbeauty,noreverwouldbe.Hewoulduseittogetwhathewantedwithoutcompunctionifitwouldhelp,butnotasthoughhewasenamoredofit;ratherasifhedeemedpeoplebeneathcontemptforbeinginfluencedbyit.Andshewouldhavegivenmuchtoknowwhatinhispastlifehadmadehimso.
Curious,howmanypriestswerehandsomeasAdonis,hadthesexualmagnetismofDonJuan.
