‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére. 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. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. Sometimes I think you would have been much better off if you had been born in death-worshipping Egypt instead of in the Fourteenth Century. . He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. Melusine tried to squash down, still trying to maintain her guard. There are pretty much three types, those that accept, and those who run away, and those who fight.
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