His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. “I really had not thought about it at all,” Anna answered smiling. ” He shook his head, and his eyes and the mouth under the black mustache wrinkled with his smile. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly. It was her past now, not Annabel’s.
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