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Sara Van Decht leaned back in her basket-chair and looked across the cobbled street, across the trim square where the miniature fountain was playing, to where a cluster of red-roofed, white-fronted houses were huddled together in picturesque confusion.
"Well, I think it's delightful! " she exclaimed. "I never could have imagined anything so picturesque -- or so restful."