Lightheaded, she threw up in the courtyard of the Palazzo as servants crowded her in alarm. The slow stars circled on to the moment of their meeting. Expiation. ’ ‘Your plan, then. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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