Gianfrancesco took her that night gently, for which she was glad. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. It’s all very fine and all that, Vee, this freedom, but it isn’t going to work. She was definitely following him. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources.
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