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had braved the journey

Mrs. Herriton replied, "When a man is neither well bred, nor well connected, nor handsome, nor clever, nor rich, even Lilia may discard him in time."

purifies and ennobles

to her dying day

remembered to her dying day

remembered to her dying day

Miss Bart­lett, though skilled in the del­ic­acies of con­ver­sa­tion, was power­less in the pres­ence of bru­tal­ity. It was im­possible to snub any­one so gross. Her face reddened with dis­pleas­ure.

Over such tri­vi­al­it­ies as these many a valu­able hour may slip away, and the trav­el­ler who has gone to Italy to study the tact­ile val­ues of Gi­otto, or the cor­rup­tion of the Pa­pacy, may re­turn re­mem­ber­ing noth­ing but the blue sky and the men and wo­men who live un­der it.

and she stopped, and she cried:

“A smell! a true Florentine smell! Every city, let me teach you, has its own smell.”

“Miss Lav­ish is so ori­ginal,” mur­mured Lucy. This was a stock re­mark,