“I suppose I fell in love with her, Ann Veronica. 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’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers.
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