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Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. The girl stupidly ran for the teacher leaving her still without clothing. That can be very useful, that. Manning had shown on previous occasions that he found Ann Veronica interesting and that he wished to interest her. I wouldn't touch the stuff for all the pearls in India. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended.
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