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“Sure, are you sure you’re okay?” He exited off the highway onto a quiet road and pulled over. 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. ’ Gerald smiled. For my part, I think those shackles extremely becoming. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been.
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