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. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this bog?" It was a cast at random. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. I cannot live without you, Anna.
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