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This renificent bunch of roses, which a irl received it with a grateful glance, but she instantly separated one of the most beautiful blosso, "For our suffering friend, with my affectionate remembrances"

The artist pressed her dear hand with a tender look of love, intended to express how difficult it was for him to leave her, and when, just at that , Thyone whispered: "Have no anxiety,you a better reward than his slave's swift horse will bear the giver of the roses"