He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. 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. Wood, contemptuously. I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore.
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