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takes, and sends them into Palermo—the heads
you know—with lemons in thefr mouths Uke
boars; isn't it horrible ? And DeUa Rocca intends
going up after the monster in his very fastnesses
upon the mountains ! Fancy that beautiful head
of his!—— EeaUy, dear, you do look very iU:
when wiU you go to London ? "
" Oh, some time next week."------
She went to the window and opened it; th«
room swam round her, the sounds of the streets
grew duU upon her ears.
" I wish you wouldn't go till after the races,"
said Madame Mila, placidly. " I mean to stay.
The place is reaUy very nice, though one does
see the same people too often. Fancy poor
Paolo ending like John the Baptist—the head ia
the charger, you know—I wonder you let him go,
for you had a great deal of influence over him,
and say what you like, the Spiffler gfrl would have
been better. How can you keep that window
open, with the tramontana blowing ?—thanks so
much for lending me the hovs^e6-«-gaodneS9! what
-Madame jSfilap^Tised frighte'nid; foV thb £bst
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