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They were wed in Florence, in the grandest cathedral she had ever seen, the Santa Maria del Fiore. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. “Think of the mockery!” she said. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. She was honest again. Later on I could scarcely have forgiven you. Her lips were dry and cracked. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands.
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