The Burglary at Dollis Hill 249 III. 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. It was good to kiss you, even at the price. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. "You have defied me, and shall feel my power. I’ve got a lot of things to think about. I've sent for the priest. He stuck to the shop as long as it was necessary, and longer, in my opinion. Eggs were procured for her, and she sat out the subsequent emotions and eloquence with the dignity becoming an injured lady of good family.
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