Wood, in equal trepidation. “Oh, you can act!” she cried. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms. She threw him his car keys. 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. No window.
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