Her
hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural
color. The spirit of disaffection was busy throughout the kingdom. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow
she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too
good to be true. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved
forward, seizing her shoulders. ‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. But
after a time I learned the ways of the parrakeets, and they would come down to
me like doves in the stories. You called yourself a murderess. "Of yourself," he replied, in a mournful tone. Well, I'll have a look-see at this young De
Maupassant. 23
She had always considered herself a simple wool
maker’s daughter, but she began to realize that by
marrying Gianfrancesco she had unwittingly gained
entrance to a separate world.
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