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He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to the provident kindness of Mr. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. I shall never come back.
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