Courtlaw opened his lips, but remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. \" He leaned at a steeper pitch. “This girl—she’s really a very charming, frank person—had had her imagination fired, so she told me, by a school performance of Romeo and Juliet. And empty. " "I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. Wished to see you. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. “How can you know?” “I think—perhaps I am rather a cold-blooded person. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself.
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