‘That is imbecile. I warned her not to say a word, for it would mean the death of everyone in the Palazzo, including you. It is what I have wanted, what I have meant all along. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you.
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