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Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. 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. It was in fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. She were that miserable. ” Then she fell to thinking about her aunt. They are mine! They were sent to ‘Alcide’ not to you.
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