In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. She gathered up the chain, revealing a locket which had lain hidden in her bosom. She felt her own body stir, ready for more. ’ Tears glistened in her eyes. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. Permit me to introduce myself. I had not the time to formulate the decoctions that would have saved him— they take weeks to create and must come from your own blood! You were perilously close to death, and had I not watched you constantly for the week you were unconscious they would have buried you alive! Gianfrancesco was ready to give up after two days, 172 ready to throw you in the plague cart! Of course he had no use for you after bearing witness to the loss of your womanly organs. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as fragrance is diffused by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thought and action, and shielding her, like a spell, from the approach of evil. She reminded him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others of Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from her doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a convent. "Why, you don't think as how they're crimps, do you?" Ben inquired.
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