“What? She replied, still hazy. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. Oh, peste, he will ruin all. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. Here we go, thought Gerald. Let him be sure.
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