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The Baron pushed out an easy-chair for Roma and twisted his own to face it.
"How are you, my child?"
"One lives," said Roma, with a sigh.
"What is the matter, my dear? You are ill and unhappy."
She eluded the question and said, "You sent for me-what do you wish to say?"
He told her the printer of certain seditious proclamations had b
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