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I’m a hard young woman. ‘Go you through the passage and find the other door. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. There was something indeed holding the whole species back from the imaginable largeness of life. The door leaned inward. His figure was uncommonly slim even for his age, which could not be more than thirteen; and the looseness of his garb made him appear thinner than he was in reality. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. The girl, with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window. But this is not sufficient.
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