When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. 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. I wonder how it is,” she added, “that boys always make love so impertinently. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard.
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