"He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. Little by little, she stopped hating him. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. “Oh, that. I am engaged to sing every evening at the ‘Unusual’ music hall. The priest normally assigned the duty in the Iovelli family had fled days before from the chapel. It is customary even where an agreement is drawn. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention.
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