” She smiled at the thought. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. Her father, Bartolomeo, was a well-respected member of the Arte di Calimala: the Wool Makers Guild in Mantua. Martin’s crush. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. “Was that before or after you became a vampire?” Michelle questioned her casually, as if it were an interview.
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