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Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. I had never dreamed of such a friend as you. Notwithstanding the heat of the season,—which was not, however, found particularly inconvenient in this subterranean region,—a large heaped-up fire blazed ruddily in one corner, and lighted up a circle of as villanous countenances as ever flame shone upon. Sir John followed her gaze, and also saw them. “Just at present my mind simply won’t take hold of this at all. But Miss Mary and me—’ Melusine looked up as the woman broke off again. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night.
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