Montressor’s guests. He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. She could think of nothing more to say. When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. Here we go, thought Gerald. “You would be wise to loosen your purse-strings, Gianfrancesco. “I forbid it!” she said firmly. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery.
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