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There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. Gianfrancesco had told her about it, how he had played in it as a child with his brothers. " "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop. He would have sent the Virgin Mary to heal the baby. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. “So she must have had you fairly young, right?” Lucy nodded again.
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