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Veggo pur troppo Che favola è la vita. E la favola mia non è compita. --Petrarca.
The darker months of winter had passed away, and the chilly, blighting English spring begun. Towards the end of March Lady Lodore came to town. She had long ago, in her days of wealth, fitted up a house in Park Lane, so she returned to it, as to a home--if home it might be called--where no one welcomed her--where none sat beside her at the domestic hearth.