From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. "And the Marchioness is your daughter," added Thames.
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