I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. At the Palazzo she had been confined to her own sunny windowed quarters most of the time, but she had the entire run of the inside of the manor. ’ For the space of half a minute, Gerald continued to scowl in silent frustration. 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.
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