His frowning gaze came back to her. “I am not in need of any. She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. ” He retorted smartly, looking at her with mischief. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. “It’s like this,” he said, and dragged a stool beside her and sat down with his elbow four inches from hers and made a sketch. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery.
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