She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. “Will you come round to the hospital?” he asked. He had just passed through a terrific physical test. Father had traveled to Florence to the Mercato Nuovo, staying away for a half year at a time paying court to the house of the silk merchant Iovelli, which was patronized by none other than the Medicis. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping.
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