To be exact, it was just sixteen hours and twenty minutes. She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco had remarried. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. It was the bitterest moment of her life. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow.
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