The news would have hooted through Florence like a high wind, whipping the scarlet soutanes of cardinals up around their knees, blowing fear into the faces of swart gonfaloniers, and scuttling down lonely corridors to pry under the doors of gay and gracious gentlewomen — whisk! up the coverlet, into the closet and out of the window . . .
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THE MEMOIRS OF BENVENUTO CELLINI
A Florentine Artist
WRITTEN BY HIMSELF.
There were no magazines in Florence...