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I looked away from him to see a bearded man in red, Count Threpe, an old couple holding hands, a lovely dark-eyed girl....

Like an orange? yes, But not so red, Count.

That would make Richard the Red Count indeed, whose cap and bed the leper had bid her beware.

"The Red count was a communist, we all know," observed Malatesta.

"The Red count in love with a child like Enrica!"