"Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. She looked away. ” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. “Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters, and ordered them to follow him. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. 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.
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