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Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly
allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was
his habitual haunt when at home. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle
of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her
to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be
thinking about biology. \" She cooed into his ear, stroking
his chest hair. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member
of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in
Mantua. You must have figured that
out by now. I begin to
understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all
the rest of it. They
were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive.
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