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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. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. ’ It’s a duplicate of the French one. ” “What?” He asked. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive. I’m rather scornful. " "No more of this," said Winifred, angrily. “Take her limbs again. Mrs. " Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a look of incredulity, to Wood.
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