IN MAREMMA.
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The child knew that, and yet he had sold her for silver!
As she sat in the darkness of these chambers, where the moon-rays could not come, she wondered that she had not killed him.
What had held her hand?
Not fear, of a surety, nor pity; some awful sense of unutterable strength and scorn, set high above herself and him as the stars were, which had come upon her as she had gazed up into the brilliancy of the shining summer heavens.
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