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” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister. ’ This was Leonardo’s philosophy. How would it serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet troubled him. 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. "If any one's to blame, it's me. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. You cannot arrest yourself.
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