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. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. “I love some one else.
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