He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. He paced faster, stomping around. She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco had remarried. . Not like my father. He called a waiter. She had never felt so cold, she felt even colder than she had in the water. She dare not risk it. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly.
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