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Everyone has gone away again, so that I can do so all
alone. Ha! ha! What have I left but despair
and madness? Promise me one thing, Mr. Loving was better than that. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but
I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used
to do, especially by this light. And then
presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose steep, deep slopes, going
down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down and down, and at last, through
a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, shining like very minute pin-heads, and a
road like a fibre of white silk-Macugnana, in Italy. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but
still curiously persistent. Bordered by fine timber, the road
occasionally offered glimpses of a lovely valley, until a wider opening gave a
full view of a delightful and varied prospect.
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