Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. “Morning, Mom. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. ” She sniffled.
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