[…] the difficult cases which should have gone where they could be therapped or whatever the psychoanalysts do, and don't get there.

A tradition, or whatever it was, that had flowered prelusively in the Princess herself—well, Amerigo's very discretions were his way of taking account of it.

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Lovell, wan and hollow-eyed, his arm in a sling, his once burly frame gaunt and attenuated with disease, nodded.