" "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. She hated living like that. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. Paintings sold off the walls. “Don’t forget to take off your shoes. But when Ruth's hand fell gently upon his bony head, he knew that no one in this house would ever offer him a kick. His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it.
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