He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. “It isn’t quite that we’re toys. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. Gianfrancesco had told her about it, how he had played in it as a child with his brothers. As time went on, she began to think Martha had been mistaken. “Not a bit. But you—you have a good face.
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