“It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. She was surprised and stared at him when he did not immediately leave the bed as Gianfrancesco always did, but instead rested on his elbows. It has all been a mistake. Father had traveled to Florence to the Mercato Nuovo, staying away for a half year at a time paying court to the house of the silk merchant Iovelli, which was patronized by none other than the Medicis. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long. ” She distantly remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic trance, when her father had told her God was punishing sinners in Hell.
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