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He had mentioned teaching her how to read Latin one day when she had wandered into the library. That will be a fine day—it will have to be, when first you set eyes on Italy. No doubt he knew enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a major of militia. Never mind. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. He was beginning to think about her inordinately. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. She rang again with the same result.
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