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She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. ‘They cannot be worse than mine in English, monsieur. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. Gifts came from Florence: rubies and emeralds, a beautiful statue of Santa Maria for their garden grotto, a gorgeous silk tapestry of a hunting scene that alone made the price of her dowry look paltry. " "While I look as if I had stepped out of the family album?" He frowned perplexedly. This young man did not drink because he sought the false happiness that lured men to the bottle.
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