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When she agreed to do a book, the publishers sent a girl ghost writer to Mrs. Caruso's Florentine drawing room in Manhattan. Caruso's grand piano, his 16th-Century Madonna and Mrs. Caruso's story were too much for the girl ghost: she kept weeping over her work for two weeks. Finally Mrs. Caruso said: "I decided to write the book myself. While I wrote I could smell the verbena just as though he were here. . . . Those failures [her two marriages since Caruso's death] were no one's fault. . . . Death had not ended my marriage to Enrico."
* Caruso's body was displayed under glass in a white marble sarcophagus for eight years until Mrs. Caruso appealed to the Italian Government, had the casket closed.