” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. “I do,” he answered. " So saying, he slung it upon his wrist. "I don't think that's likely.
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