A boy no older than she, Gianfrancesco’s cousin, whispered what he would like to do to her when she stole into the hallways near the women’s chambers to fix herself. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. This door was crested with spikes, and guarded on the right by a bristling semicircle of spikes. It was not a hopeful looking group. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open.
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