“And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. A fierce struggle ensued. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. 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. They were things I had meant very much to talk to you about, so that I went home vexed and disappointed, and only relieved myself a little by writing a few verses. But he was wide awake. I would that you were my own. ‘Here we go again. I do not care, but only that you will leave my affairs to me. “I see no reason why you shouldn’t. Recovery impossible. While you live in my house you must follow my ideas.
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