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She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. 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. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away.
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