Not up here, I think. To have the present lengthen into years! But in a few hours she would be upon her way, far lonelier than she had ever been. Tell me about your island. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son.
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