tenderness. One Tuesday,
when no one doubted that
sooner or later it had to
happen, Pietro Crespi asked
her to marry him. She did not
stop her work. She waited for
the hot blush to leave her ears
and gave her voice a serene
stress of maturity.
Of course, Crespi, she said.But when we know each
other better. Its never good to
be hasty in things.