All signs indicate that Amarante walked toward happiness without concerns of watered . Only she , quite unlike Rebecca , not confess any impatience . Yes with patience , with which to embroider diverse colors sofrabezet , of working with crochet lace and invent with peacocks cross stitch and type - type of bird , waiting and Pietro Crespi moment when she could not longer afford to Duffy heart . And when the time came together with the October rains , Pietro Crespi gjergjefin stripped out lap and took his hand between his hands .
- Now do not expect me anymore! - Said . - Next month will be married !
Amarante is not that it shook his hands touch the cold . The pulled from his hand as a kafshëz that takes flight and returned anew handicrafts.
- Let the madness , Crespi , - and said the face was distorted by a beam of Keith . - I neither dead will not marry you.
Pietro Crespi lost impetus. Began to cry and how s'i broke fingers out of desperation . - Do not waste your time in vain . If you really love me , do not tread good again in this house ! - It was all he meets Amarante said , refusing to return the party.
The neglected work , the day ngryste small office in the back of the shop , writing love letters , which he sent Amarantës , putting them in envelopes o flower petals , dried butterflies O , but she turned them letters not open at all . Then he closed for hours and banging guitar . A night of nights ago and took his song. All Makondoja woke fascination , whether you were in seventh heaven : the longing hear guitar sounds , which seemed not