It was as if she had grown right past her father into something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other side. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. "Vill this do?" demanded the constable, taking the candle from the lantern, the better to display the narrow limits of the hole. Clean water. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. \"I don't think so. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. “This isn’t furtive,” said Ann Veronica.
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