"Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. Giles Bowl I. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. “I tell you it was a lie!” he shouted wildly.
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