“In a sense—yes. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter. " "And you my warning," retorted Wild. " "Jacobite!" echoed Mrs. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO exist! You have this home. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced.
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