A moment afterwards, the door was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone. Lucia watched in fascination as Isobella nodded at her, only three years older than she, nursing her son with a contented smile upon her face. She closed her eyes, discerning the divinations he had been up to during her violin concert. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. Opposite, his pupil stood with bowed head and clasped hands.
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