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It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. “I haven’t seen the new Patience, dear,” she said. "Well, like or not, I'm greatly pleased with it, and must beg it from you as a memorial——" "Of what?" she interrupted, startled by his change of manner. “The Beck family has the cooking gene. He'll settle it bravely. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. You have betrayed me. It would not be possible otherwise to live in daily contact with this level-eyed, lovely girl without loving her. 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. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. Just because I attempt to seek the worst of men to kill, it doesn’t make it right.
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