“The very question shows your ignorance,” he declared. He looked at Hilary and nodded. “The first person you love, Ann Veronica, is yourself—get hold of that! The
soul you have to save is Ann Veronica’s soul. She donned her
fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming
smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney
Toons music barely audible from the television set. I doubt if you will receive anything for your trouble. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member
of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in
Mantua. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful
arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and
chin and cheek. Marvel, who was now quite dissolved in
tears, "I shall never survive this scene. Nothing would induce me to
marry you, or any man at present. And besides—We’re going to live, Ann Veronica! Oh, the things we’ll
do, the life we’ll lead! There’ll be trouble in it at times—you and I aren’t going
to run without friction.
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