With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. 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. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat.
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