He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. I'll call it my wedding gift. So get up, and let's be off. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to which they would draw her,” she said. “I am going to ask for your forgiveness. “We must go. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy. Gifts came from Florence: rubies and emeralds, a beautiful statue of Santa Maria for their garden grotto, a gorgeous silk tapestry of a hunting scene that alone made the price of her dowry look paltry. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly.
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