Even in her hatred, she began to realize that Sebastian’s intelligence was much greater than Gianfrancesco’s. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment.
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