But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy. I know not who you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. . His attitude was as different from Gianfrancesco’s as night was from day. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed.
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