. . Sometimes she missed her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse; and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. Her stifled misery had betrayed her. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. “You’ll get me to allude to it, but you’d have to torture me to admit it. Lost ground must be regained. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to.
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