“I first saw you crossing the river Arno, after a spring rain had spoiled the day for everyone except the ducks. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. . I am not of the canaille, but a bourgeois.
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