Gianfrancesco stumbled belatedly onto the beach, his feet padding wet sand. ‘I have no idea. But a woman’s life is all chance. Next moment, he had Melusine by the arm. She shrugged her shoulders. I have—run away. Last night there had been no time. He thanked God for this talent of his. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. He's a nice boy, a good student.
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