She was alarmed at how little her husband
Gianfrancesco packed for the trip, leaving behind his best
scarlet and black lucco, which he wore for every business
and political meeting. She tried to imagine herself
“getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or
as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and
independent flat. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked
round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. He leaned forward,
and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she
sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and
there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and
seductive music from her lips.
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