So she built a shrine. She tipped his mouth towards her own and kissed him. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. ‘Come, mademoiselle. Help! help!" But her cries were unheeded. She had made her way since then a little further into the heart of life. ‘Leave it, imbecile. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror.
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