Gianfrancesco ran from the room, tearing at his hair. "I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. No matter what they do, always someone to bolster them up, to lend them money, and to coddle them.
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