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One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now. I quickly ingratiated myself to Gianfrancesco, playing on his insecurities, drawing from his need for more and more power. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate.

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