"
If Piero was silent he was only restrained by deference to Marina from
invoking the aid of every saint in the calendar, in copious malediction,
on this miserable Jacopo who had so increased the trouble in Marina's
eyes--since women had such foolish faith in pictures.
"Jacopo Robusti, posing for a seer, and foretelling the end of the
world, like a prophet or a saint! _Goffone_!"[9] Piero was paddling
furiously. "Jacopo, of the Fondamenta del Mori--not better than
others--with that boastful sentence blazoned on his door!--'The coloring
of Titian, with the drawing of Angelo!'"
[9] Great fool!
But he forgot even his resentment against Jacopo in his anxiety as he
watched Marina, asking himself if it would be possible for her to pray
herself back into healthful life again, even in the dominions of the
Holy Father; for he realized that nothing could help her but this one
thing on which her heart was set--while he was yet, if possible, more
utterly without sympathy for the fear that moved her than her father or
Marcantonio had been.
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