In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ‘Because I love you. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more. “Take Jacomo for a lover, Lucia.
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