Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. For the first time he seemed to wonder what it might be that she had to confess. 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. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter.
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