The Eternal City

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ched and spoke to him, when the tired smile struggled through the jaded face and then slowly died away. After a while,

deference and familiarity, then climbed to the box-seat beside the driver, and in deepest bass began the rarest mimicry. He was a true son of the people, and under an appearance of ferocity he hid the heart of a child. To look at him

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instant David Rossi, who was standing by the step of his cab, was all but run down by a magnificen

, then resumed its kindly aspect, and he turned back to t

ew off the sunshine that fell on her face. Her complexion had a golden tint, and her eyes, which were violet, had a slight recklessness of expression. Her carriage drew up at the entrance of the palace, and

re might have been a counter demonstration. At the same time, there was a certain daring in that marked

e with a bow of blue ribbon on its forehead, tucked it under her arm, stepped down to t

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