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. I do not intend to be married, or to become engaged just at present. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Believe me, it will be better by far that you should consent to marry me. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life. He seated himself before it.
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