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As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. 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. “Hi. He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful gesture, got up and left the cell. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. ” “And the people?” Brendon asked.
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