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CHAPTER FOUR-2
His father had sent him to Rome in his holidays from Eton and to Florence when he was at Oxford University. When he looked at the collection of paintings that had been accumulated by the Burys over the generations, he knew that any Museum or Gallery would be proud to receive even one of them. Far away at the back of his mind his conscience asked him if he was justified in denying to the world something that could never really belong to one individual but rather to every man and woman who appreciated beauty. Then he told himself harshly that he would not be tempted to forgo his revenge and, leaving the Picture Gallery he walked into the Armoury. This, he felt, was far more to his liking. Here were weapons that had been used in battle including duelling pistols that various Burys had av
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