It was easy to discern Gianfrancesco’s mood. At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at. They blinded me. Her head rose. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood.
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