She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. I can be that man, the one I know you want. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to the days of grand Rome herself. I thank God for His sunlight on your face. Only a book detective could dope this out. ’ ‘And why are you not married,’ she demanded suddenly, ‘if it is that you have land?’ Gerald grimaced. ’ ‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror.
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