" "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. “I forbid it!” she said firmly. The carte de jour was before Monsieur. He was beginning to think about her inordinately. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once.
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