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“My brother’s room when he comes home. “I’m really very sorry. He was even a little jealous of Sebastian. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’ ‘Merci. Gianfrancesco never suspected that I had my own reasons for wanting you for my wife. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean.
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