That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. Gianfrancesco’s had curved differently and was darker. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. You might even tire of me by then, you know. The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop.
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