Three short days. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. 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. And she was as shrewd as they come. “You let him touch you!” John whispered back. On that first occasion, the delay in locating the entrance to the secret passage meant that she had to wait until morning to make her search. It seemed as if all the precautions previously taken were here accumulated. All through the night an entirely impossible and monumental Capes confronted her, and she argued with him about men and women. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers.
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