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that letter and when I was through I found the | that letter and when I was through I found the | ||
table full. "Read," they said breathlessly. I | table full. "Read," they said breathlessly. I | ||
complied with a rendition well saturated with deep | complied with a rendition [[crossed out: dripping]] [[^well saturated]] with deep | ||
and noble sentiments which bought convulsive | and noble sentiments which bought convulsive | ||
sobs from all the women at the table and | sobs from all the women at the table and | ||
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often wondered what the reaction of Maria Pia | often wondered what the reaction of Maria Pia | ||
might have been to her mother's letter, written | might have been to her mother's letter, written | ||
in the dining room of the | in the dining room of the Giulio Cesare. | ||
Finally the celestial blue of the summer | |||
Finally the celestial blue of the summer | ocean [[crossed out: could be]] [[^was]] bordered by the cobalt of | ||
ocean was bordered by the cobalt of | |||
foreign shores, and from the veiled distance | foreign shores, and from the veiled distance | ||
emerged Vesuvius. | emerged Vesuvius. [[crossed out: familiar to all the world]] | ||
I recognized those ancient outlines from | |||
I recognized those ancient outlines from | |||
their souvenirs, scattered over America: amateur | their souvenirs, scattered over America: amateur | ||
aquarelles on the walls of [[^provincial]] bedrooms amateur | |||
oils in the closed parlors of New England | oils in the closed parlors of New England | ||
farmhouses, tokens of journeys back to old | |||
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this was the subject of the letter which I was to compose. I brought everything I had to bear upon that letter and when I was through I found the table full. "Read," they said breathlessly. I complied with a rendition crossed out: dripping ^well saturated with deep and noble sentiments which bought convulsive sobs from all the women at the table and even caused by own eyes to mist over. I have often wondered what the reaction of Maria Pia might have been to her mother's letter, written in the dining room of the Giulio Cesare.
Finally the celestial blue of the summer
ocean crossed out: could be ^was bordered by the cobalt of foreign shores, and from the veiled distance emerged Vesuvius. crossed out: familiar to all the world
I recognized those ancient outlines from
their souvenirs, scattered over America: amateur aquarelles on the walls of ^provincial bedrooms amateur oils in the closed parlors of New England farmhouses, tokens of journeys back to old