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Here her strength completely failed her, and she was compelled to seek some repose. Although Martha did not know it, she had her pistol and her daggers, and her knife. Gianfrancesco’s had curved differently and was darker. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. He turned his back on that temptation. “Read this, John. I owe his mother one, and will repay the debt, with interest, to her son. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. I cannot live without you, Anna. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside.
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