A nurse was at the other end of the room. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. She was alarmed at how little her husband Gianfrancesco packed for the trip, leaving behind his best scarlet and black lucco, which he wore for every business and political meeting. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. Shot him, do you hear?” “Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously.
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