I quickly ingratiated myself to Gianfrancesco, playing on his insecurities, drawing from his need for more and more power. ‘She’s still bleeding. Half French. I may want you. ‘Never fear, my love. ‘No. Yet the fact remains that you do not understand me at all. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. “How crude you are, Anna!” she exclaimed with a little sigh. “More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. Why had Ruth married him? A penniless outcast, for she must have known he was that.
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