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Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. Armed, however, with the implement he had so fortunately obtained, he did not despair of success. “I have given it up,” she answered. 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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