Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. Gerald crossed back to the window. At present I cannot marry, I will not become bound even to any one.
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