" "Impossible, dear Mrs. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank. . She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit.
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