" "You shall not stir a footstep. ” She lifted her eyebrows. \" Michelle laughed. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. Mischief bubbled up in her. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise.
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