She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. I spent agonizing weeks wandering Mantua in search of you, finally arriving at the idea of asking someone who you were. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine.
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