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"Do not jest at that which is sacred," said the other sternly.
"Has Italy filled you with the fever of travel?
The rain was streaming down the black windows, and the great room felt damp and chilly.
I must search out her apartments and force her to repeat the cruel truth to me alone before I would be convinced, and so I deserted my post and hastened through the passage behind the tapestries toward the door by which she had left the chamber.
