"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. 23 She had always considered herself a simple wool maker’s daughter, but she began to realize that by marrying Gianfrancesco she had unwittingly gained entrance to a separate world. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. . “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. She felt the warm nearness of his.
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