Gianfrancesco ran from the room, tearing at his hair. The times were such that, with the opinions he entertained, he could not remain idle. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. Well, it's scarcely credible.
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