” “You will have no objection to his remaining here?” he asked. ” She brought her knees up to her chest, and rocked back and forth like a small child. God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers. But probably not the truth. 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. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation.
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