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"They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. A message was dispatched from Florence that she was to again receive her future husband. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. The unfortunate prisoner, meanwhile, who was not informed of the respite, languished in his horrible dungeon, and, at the expiration of three weeks, became so seriously indisposed that it was feared he could not long survive. There it was—to be borrowed. She never knew what became of her farmer after that.
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