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News was sent back home, and in October, Marina traveled to Florence to live with her daughter again. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. She was making it up. “Are you feeling okay?” “Just fine. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. For I still love her mother. I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore.
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