She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. “You have not seen your sister lately,” he remarked. The affair passed at one leap from a spree to a nightmare of violence and disgust. Later, she would sew it on. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets. 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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