It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. “Lucy! Where is my daughter? Where have you. I quickly ingratiated myself to Gianfrancesco, playing on his insecurities, drawing from his need for more and more power. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose.
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