You will be—my wife. 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. What reassured her, however, more than anything else, was the shape of the mouth: it was warmly turned. Take it," he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father.
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