“Yes. Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. “Dear John,” she whispered. “Dear husband,” she murmured. So, instead, they talked of dancing and what it might mean in a human life. ‘What would you? The nuns they would not believe me, and so it was not possible for me to stay.
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