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 for," said Madame Mila, rolling homeward. "But oh, this wretched, odious road! I shall catch my death of cold, and I daresay we shall all be killed on these horrible hills in the dark!"

Lady Hilda was very silent as they drove downward, and left Palestrina alone to grow grey in the shades of the twilight.