There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. I should like Mr. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. If only to say goodbye.
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