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Kitty barely recovered life and sense during the night that followed.
And while she was still unconscious her boy passed away. The poor babe,
all ignorant of the straits in which his mother lay, was seized with
convulsions in the dawn, and gave up his frail life gathered to his
father's breast.
Some ten weeks later, towards the end of October, society knew that the
Home Secretary and Lady Kitty had started for Italy--bound first of all
for Venice. It was said that Lady Kitty was a wreck, and that it was
doubtful whether she would ever recover the sudden and tragic death of
her only child.
PART IV
STORM
"Myself, arch-traitor to myself;
My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe,
My clog whatever road I go."
XVII
"'Among the numerous daubs with which Tintoret, to his everlasting
shame, has covered this church--'"
"Good Heavens!--what does the man mean?--or is he talking of another
church?" said Ashe, raising his head and looking in bewilderment, first
at the magnificent Tintoret in front of him, and then at the lines he
had just been reading.
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