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. ‘That’s a loud one. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. Men do services for the love of women, and the woman who takes must pay. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd.
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