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The place pulsed with music too loud to converse above. \"Where are you going?\" She cried. I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. Stanley, whose family had been by any reckoning inconsiderable—to use the kindliest term. The air was pungent and leaden. ‘I must see the lady who is my great-aunt. Several of the assailants carried links, so that the room was a blaze of light. And some were adorned with engravings that struck her as being more vulgar and undesirable than anything she had ever seen in her life. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before.
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