Her new husband had paid for a cadre of escorts back to Mantua. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. ‘But what will happen to Lucia? Are we to kill her?’ ‘Of course not. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. And now, let's see who'll refuse the pledge. You had better go to bed.
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