His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. “No lecturing, Anna!” she exclaimed. “Look here,” he said, “I brought you here to make love to you. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying, “You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. "It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew," cried Trenchard.
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