She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. Get the pole out of your ass. 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. "He shan't trouble you further. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank.
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