20/27 "We shall get the wife's dowry for ourselves, by degrees, every farthing of it, and it shall be the dower of Aristarchi's bride instead. You shall not be ashamed of me when you meet your old friends." "Ashamed!" His arm pressed her to him till she longed to cry out for pain, yet she would not have had him less rough. "Yes--a little looser--so! I can speak now. You must go to Murano to-morrow and find out all about this Angelo Beroviero and his daughter. |