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One can't help being jealous, you know, even of an unworthy object. She ran away after she had divined that Gianfrancesco had remarried. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. But they been good to me, they have, sir. The service had not proceeded far, when she was greatly disturbed by the entrance of a person who placed himself opposite her, and sought to attract her attention by a number of little arts, surveying her, as he did so, with a very impudent and offensive stare. "Given a chance, I can make bread and butter.
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