As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. She rapped again, louder. . He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. I warned her not to say a word, for it would mean the death of everyone in the Palazzo, including you. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers.
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