” She said. "He has not the power—perhaps not the will to do so. Her mother tried to
soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the
fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia
could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her
forehead ached. "I must tell you," she was saying. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. To be alone with her,
in idleness, was an intolerable thought. Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine
slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. There is a musical
programme, and we have the windows open and blinds up, and a pink lamp
shade over the piano lamp—a sort of advertisement of the place, you know.
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