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Fabio reared himself up in bed. It was past midnight, and the candle was guttering prior to its final extinction. Fabio's hair, a disheveled halo, stuck out grotesquely above his ears, his nightshirt, unbuttoned, snowed the thick, black hairs that gave to his chest a fictitious look of strength, and his eyes so mild and placid by nature, harbored something very like anger.
"I will have him baptized! " he shouted suddenly. "And I will have him called Gian-Luca!"