Yes, of course. But nothing followed to indicate that the liquid had stimulated the heart. 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. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. Finally she decided upon a step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking.
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