He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. Steps to aid the descent, which was too steep to be safe without them, led to, a door on the opposite side. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. Kneebone nodded. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced.
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