He had chosen his time well. Don’t be late if you can help it. “It is no good playing a game. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. 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.
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