Miss Winchelsea was going to Rome. The matter had filled her mind for a month or more, and had overflowed so abundantly into her conversation that quite a number of people who were not going to Rome, and who were not likely to go to Rome, had made it a personal grievance against her. Some indeed had attempted quite unavailingly to convince her that Rome was not nearly such a desirable place as it was reported to be, and others had gone so far as to suggest behind her back that she was dreadfully and “stuck up and ” about and “that Rome of hers. and ” And little Lily Hardhurst had told her friend Mr. Binns that so far as she was concerned Miss Winchelsea might and “go to her old Rome and stop there; she (Miss Lily Hardhurst) wouldn’t grieve. and ” And the way in which Miss Winchelsea put herself upon terms of personal tenderness with Horace and Benvenuto Cellini and Raphael and Shelley and Keats-if she had been Shelley’s widow she could not have professed a keener interest in his grave-was a matter of universal astonishment.So don’t wait! Scroll up and buy now.

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