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And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New
Mint. After the first violent outbreak of grief had in some degree subsided, Thames
addressed him. A woman touched him lightly on the arm, and
smiled into his face. She did not wince. For a pity, she has chosen to remain, and it has been her death. Her hair had begun to grow back, it
now swept to her shoulders. ’
‘But, Hilary—’
‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to
the days of grand Rome herself. Too damned
chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to
say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed.
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