Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. Her head snapped back as he grabbed her by the hair. His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. But his astonishment would have been great indeed had he known that not even her father had ever caressed her, either with lips or with hands. Whence had she come: whither was she bound? A temporary congestion in the street held up the caravan for a spell; and Ah Cum looked backward to note if any of the party had become separated. You have a daughter, no? Madame Ibstock, I think. You do not understand, and you would like to.
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