At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. ” She pulled a small blue box out of the pocket of her hoodie. “And I’m not happy. " He took her face between his hands and kissed her on the lips. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. ” He stared at a little eddy. She felt that she became more familiar with the floor during the time that he stayed than with any particular person.
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