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Rome! Rome! The word had always had a particular ring for him. The most beautiful happiness of his life he had found in Rome -- he had buried it in Rome.
If his great, weary soul, dreading the future, had, after the fashion of weary souls, sought in the past a place of rest, it always stopped at the point where Natalie had entered his life. His thoughts did not willingly wander further back.