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Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint. “Yes,” she said at last, “it is firm and affectionate. And then presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose steep, deep slopes, going down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down and down, and at last, through a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, shining like very minute pin-heads, and a road like a fibre of white silk-Macugnana, in Italy. Only three days.
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