The knowledge breathed into her heart a satisfying warmth. ‘Don’t rightly know how you make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. Yet the fact remains that you do not understand me at all. 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. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet.
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