They were sitting alone, Lucy. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. You certainly had to hand it to these Chinks. ‘Why did you bring him? I hate him. If you had lived twenty years ago you would have been called a Young Person, and it would have been your chief duty in life not to know, never to have heard of, and never to understand. ’ Dieu du ciel, but she was a fool. . One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, and all the delightfulness of living texture.
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