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In an angle of the Stone Hall was the Iron Hold, a chamber containing a vast
assortment of fetters and handcuffs of all weights and sizes. Father had traveled to Florence to
the Mercato Nuovo, staying away for a half year at a time
paying court to the house of the silk merchant Iovelli,
which was patronized by none other than the Medicis. My little maidservant will think that I am lost. ’
To be sure there was a way. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the
narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. "
"You believe it, father?"
"From the bottom of my heart. “But, how,” he said, sitting up astonished beyond measure, “not go on?”
“I have been thinking while you have been talking. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was
strong and vital. What of it?”
There was a shout of laughter. "I have not many days,—perhaps, not
many hours to live. A group of ten began emerging outside the ticket area. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I
think best. .
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