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” When he brought home papers from Florence verifying that she had been declared dead having committed suicide the fateful day at the manor, she could barely believe Gianfrancesco’s signature at the bottom of the page. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. “Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. Nothing could have been farther from Melusine’s mind. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. The moviegoers exited the cinema in the customary daze that resulted from two hours of sensory bombardment.
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