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...just days before Easter and housewife Laure Bertini walks the aisles of the Manor supermarket in downtown Geneva, looking for holiday treats. "Chocolate will always be at the top of my shopping list, regardless of the economy," she says, filling her cart with gold-foil-wrapped chocolate bunnies from the Swiss maker Lindt...
...that burned her eyes, Roxanna groped along the molding of the walls until she reached the door. Air! She sucked in great lungfuls of it as she ran as fast and far away as she could from that house of sin. She stopped finally on a hilltop overlooking the manor, unable to run anymore. Her head was light from all the smoke, but her body felt heavy and pendulous...
...could not ignore the manor. Still, images of Frederick—he had surely perished by now!—swam before her eyes. She wanted to weep for the loss of her love, but could only tremble at the awfulness of her and Frederick’s sin. Fire had cleansed him of his guilt; he would suffer no longer, knowing that the euphoria they had felt had not been sent from on high but from the fiery pits below. But she would continue wandering this world, scrubbing pots in others’ kitchens, emptying chamber pots in others?...
...turned back toward the manor. One turret had already crumbled, groaning, to the ground. Flames leapt from every window and door—hellish orifices in neat rows. The entire roof of the great hall was a liquid pool of red and yellow. On and on it burned. Within her, another fire lapped ravenously, unforgivingly against the inner walls of her being, threatening to consume her. A rafter fell with an explosion, and Roxanna lifted her hands to shield her face. But then she stilled, staring down with horror at her once ethereally white hands. They were black with soot...
...people?) and thus Bilotti was welcomed into their house for the long weekend. So Prestige and Mobility chartered a train on Boston’s historic “Red Line” to Quincy Adams where a private car awaited to bring us to Chiappini manor. [1]After settling into our deluxe accommodations, we told the concierge of our night’s plans, and she replied, “Vinnie, stay away from That Murdering Place!” But our concierge be damned! Four dollar pitchers were too appealing to deter us from the dive bar that...