...stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and...so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps Fra...

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...Will 't please you sit and look at her ? I said " Fra Pandolf " by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and...so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas notj Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek : perhaps Fra...

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...Will't please you sit and look at her ? I said " Fra Pandolf " by design : for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and...so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek : perhaps Fra...

...Will't please you sit and look at her ? I said " Fra Pandolf " by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and...so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek : perhaps Fra...

...Will Ч please you sit and look at her? I said " Fra Pandolf " by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and...turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for yon, but I) And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, How such a glance came there ; so, not...

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...you that pictur'd countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turn'd (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) And seem'd as they would ask me, if they Much the same smile ? This grew ; I gave durst, How snch a glance...

...Will '' please you sit and look at her? I said " Ki'fi Pandolf" by design, for never.read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, Hut to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) And seemed as...