What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. 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. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere.
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