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She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco had remarried. He noted an ebony cane laid close to hand, which suggested she was able to get about. They had been so considerate of the earth they had touched that they barely left a footprint. The street was deserted, no pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or behind them. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. Then Capes shifted his eyes to her microscope and the little trays of unmounted sections beside it.
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