A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. ‘Eh bien?’ She thrust again, from the same place. And now her mind was so full of the thought that she was in love—in love!—that marvellous state! that I really believe she had some dim idea of talking to him about it. But in a moment she believed she understood. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. She looked at the suitcase sadly and stashed it underneath her bed.
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