It was in Rome during the autumn of 1877 a friend then living there but settled now in a South less weighted with appeals and memories happened to mention -- which she might perfectly not have done -- some simple and uninformed American lady of the previous winter whose young daughter a child of nature and of freedom accompanying her from hotel to hotel had picked up by the wayside with the best conscience in the world a good-looking Roman of vag...
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