Except for the Marabar Caves—and they are twenty miles off—the city of Chandrapore presents nothing extraordinary.
“Nothing ever happens to me,” she reflected, as she entered the Piazza Signoria and looked nonchalantly at its marvels, now fairly familiar to her.
The Loggia showed as the triple entrance of a cave, wherein many a deity, shadowy, but immortal, looking forth upon the arrivals and departures of mankind.
The first fine afternoon drive up to Fiesole, and round by Settignano, or something of that sort.
I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno.
Monteriano, the Mons Rianus of Antiquity, whose Ghibelline tendencies are noted by Dante (Purg. xx.), definitely emancipated itself from Poggibonsi in 1261.
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