I think he got sick of us and he disappeared not one week later. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. Gianfrancesco had been talked into the arrangement only because the drivers that had handled the job for generations were sick or dead. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. If you choose to requite me by detaining me, you are at liberty to do so.
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