Gianfrancesco became agitated. Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. ‘Quite mad, nuns are. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the
carpenter, he had his hands full. With a curt command to her cavalier to get up on the box and give the direction
to the interested coachman, he jumped in beside the girl and shut them both into
privacy. “I’ve never been prone to
them. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. Wood required little pressing. “That is as you will,” she said. His hands came up, his face
broke apart.
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