Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. She began to miss him when he was gone during the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with her. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. "Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you could bawl loud enough a moment ago!" "Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind the ruffian. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. She drew a long breath.
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