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He was confined in the Middle Stone Ward, a spacious apartment, with good light and air, situated over the gateway on the western side, and allotted to him, not for his own convenience, but for that of the keepers, who, if he had been placed in a gloomier or more incommodious dungeon, would have necessarily had to share it with him. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. That is I saw her. The worst was over now. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. “It spreads like wildfire. . Then perhaps I shall send for him if he has not forgotten. A woman may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend she makes no mistake. She was to be a Corsair’s Bride. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy.
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