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” She looked at him with fluttering eyelids—sweetly grateful. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. And then presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose steep, deep slopes, going down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down and down, and at last, through a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, shining like very minute pin-heads, and a road like a fibre of white silk-Macugnana, in Italy. As the carpenter's gaze wandered over this scene of devastation, his attention was drawn by Mrs. “Forgive you, indeed. She padded up the stairs to the bedroom, finding that her sheets had been changed with a fresh pillow case to welcome her weary head.
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