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           Amarantawouldsigh,laugh,anddreamofasecondhomelandofhandsomemenandbeautifulwomenwhospokeachildlikelanguagewithancientcitiesofwhosepastgrandeuronlythecatsamongtherubbleremained.Aftercrossingtheoceaninsearchofit,afterhavingconfusedpassionwiththevehementstrokingofRebeca,PietroCrespihadfoundlove.Happinesswasaccompaniedbyprosperity.Hiswarehouseatthattimeoccupiedalmostawholeblockanditwasahothouseoffantasy,withreproductionsofthebelltowerofFlorencethattoldtimewithaconcertofcarillons,andmusicboxesfromSorrentoandcompactsfromChinathatsangfive-notemelodieswhentheywereopened,andallthemusicalinstrumentsimaginableandallthemechanicaltoysthatcouldbeconceived.BrunoCrespi,hisyoungerbrother,wasinchargeofthestorebecausePietroCrespibarelyhadenoughtimetotakecarethemusicschool.ThankstohimtheStreetoftheTurks,withitsdazzlingdisplayofknickknacks,becameamelodicoasiswhereonecouldforgetArcadio’sarbitraryactsandthedistantnightmareofthewar.WhenúrsulaorderedtherevivalofSundaymass,PietroCrespidonatedaGermanharmoniumtothechurch,organizedachildren’schorus,andpreparedaGregorianrepertorythataddedanoteofsplendortoFatherNicanor’squietrite.NoonedoubtedthathewouldmakeAmarantaafortunatemate.Notpushingtheirfeelings,lettingthemselvesbebornealongbythenaturalflowoftheirhearththeyreachedapointwhereallthatwaslefttodowassetaweddingdate.