Gianfrancesco ran from the room, tearing at his hair. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. I don’t think you understand. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table.
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