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Greifenstein by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford
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'The weather is very warm,' she remarked, as a preparatory move towards
going into the house.

'Is it?' asked her companion as though she had been told something very
unusual.

'It seems so to me,' responded the baroness, rather surprised that the
fact should be questioned. 'But then, it always seems warmer here after
Sigmundskron.'

'Yes--yes, perhaps so. I daresay it is. How very good of his majesty--
is it not?'

'To grant an amnesty?'

'Yes, to forgive those dreadful creatures who did so much harm. I am
sure I would not have done it--would you? But you are so good--did you
ever know any of them?'

'Oh no, never. I was--' She was going to say that she had been too
young, but she was stopped by a feeling of consideration for Clara. 'I
was never in the way of seeing them,' she said, completing the
sentence.

'As for me,' said Clara, 'I was a mere child, quite a little thing you
know.' An engaging smile--poor woman, it was more than half mechanical
and unconscious--emphasised this assertion of her youth.

Frau von Sigmundskron, in whom enforced economy had developed an
unusual facility for mental arithmetic, could not refrain from making a
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