The title had formerly been held by Gianfrancesco’s brother, Alessia, now dead of plague. Her eyes seemed to be looking backwards. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. "I'm not particular about rooms. You’re tired, of course.
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