His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. From time to time, however, he was baffled. They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. Celeste introduced him to me—oh, how Celeste hated me! She must have known. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. Those who lived outside the law might squabble among themselves, even unto death, Leonardo told her. I told her it was the end. A strange betrothal!—the primal idea of which was escape! The girl, intent upon abrogating for ever all legal rights of the father in the daughter, of rendering innocuous the thing she had now named the Terror: the boy, seeking selfcrucifixion in expiation of his transgression, changing a peccadillo into damnation! It was easy for Ruth to surrender to the idea, for she believed she was loved; and in gratitude it was already her determination to give this boy her heart's blood, drop by drop, if he wanted it. " "That's well!" cried Jack. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough.
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