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She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. 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. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence. “Both. ‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. What a pity! But why? There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment. His attention was focused on Melusine’s transfixed stare and he forgot to say any of the things he had planned to say.
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