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There were a few
streaks of bluish-green among the clouds, a few patches of watery
light upon the earth, and then the dripping facade of San Miniato
shone brilliantly in the declining sun.
"Too late to go out," said Miss Alan in a voice of relief. "All
the galleries are shut."
"I think I shall go out," said Lucy. "I want to go round the town
in the circular tram--on the platform by the driver."
Her two companions looked grave. Mr. Beebe, who felt responsible
for her in the absence of Miss Bartlett, ventured to say:
"I wish we could. Unluckily I have letters. If you do want to go
out alone, won't you be better on your feet?"
"Italians, dear, you know," said Miss Alan.
"Perhaps I shall meet some one who reads me through and
through!"
But they still looked disapproval, and she so far conceded to Mr.
Beebe as to say that she would only go for a little walk, and
keep to the street frequented by tourists.
"She oughtn't really to go at all," said Mr. Beebe, as they
watched her from the window, "and she knows it.


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