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," said the fellow, with a laugh, "he soon contrived to make his way out on it, though. ’ ‘That is what you thought of me. His feet would have the firm texture of his hands.
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