‘Wait a minute, though. How are you?” “I’m fine,” she said, unaware of all events except for the voice on the other line. ‘Um—begging your pardon, sir, but—um—what was you meaning to arrest the young lady for?’ ‘Trespassing, theft, and suspicion of spying,’ announced Roding fluently. They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days. One day it was gone. I—well, I lost my temper. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. “I remember hearing something about it.
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