So, let's think no more about it. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. She had intended to be quietly dignified, but he was in a smouldering rage from the beginning, and began by assuming, which alone was more than flesh and blood could stand, that the insurrection was over and that she was coming home submissively. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. Gianfrancesco had been talked into the arrangement only because the drivers that had handled the job for generations were sick or dead. Why should she? she asked rebelliously. ‘That piece of information seemed to interest him very much. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. "I'd forgotten. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance.
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