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"
Your
mother
is
very
wise
.
Did
n't
she
tell
you
?
"
"
Tell
me
what
,
Your
Eminence
?
"
"
That
you
have
an
income
of
five
thousand
pounds
a
year
and
many
thousands
of
pounds
already
in
the
bank
in
your
own
name
?
"
Dane
stiffened
.
"
No
.
She
never
told
me
.
"
"
Very
wise
.
But
it
's
there
,
and
Rome
is
yours
if
you
want
.
Do
you
want
Rome
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Why
do
you
want
me
,
Dane
?
"
"
Because
you
're
my
conception
of
the
perfect
priest
,
Your
Eminence
.
"
Cardinal
Ralph
's
face
twisted
.
"
No
,
Dane
,
you
ca
n't
look
up
to
me
as
that
.
I
'm
far
from
a
perfect
priest
.
I
have
broken
all
my
vows
,
do
you
understand
?
I
had
to
learn
what
you
already
seem
to
know
in
the
most
painful
way
a
priest
can
,
through
the
breaking
of
my
vows
.
For
I
refused
to
admit
that
I
was
first
a
mortal
man
,
and
only
after
that
a
priest
.
"
