“I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. She cocked her head. Now lend me your own hand. And so sudden and well-directed was the assault, that he completely overthrew his gigantic antagonist. He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. Lucy was sent reeling into a stone wall, which she hit with a great thud. People always rejoice at the misfortunes of others—never at their own! The droll dogs! how they must have enjoyed it!—ha! ha!" "I dare say they did. So was I, in fact. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua.
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