She knew Martha would not ask anything that she did not wish to know. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. “Not only that,” he answered. He could not permit her to remain in that position. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. People were not slaves to their gods as they are now, oppressed and unhappy, chained to their mortality and suffering so that they may one day enter an imaginary Heaven. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image.
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