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. About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge. He—he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries.
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