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THE FIFTH STRING
chair toward the fire-place, smacking his lips in anticipation.
The violinist placed his chair closer to the fire and sipped the drink.
"Your country is noted for its beautiful women?"
"We have exquisite types of femininity in Tuscany," said the young man, with patriotic ardor.
"Any as fine looking as—as—as—well, say the young lady we dined with to-night?"
"Miss Wallace?" queried the Tuscan.
"Yes, Miss Wallace," this rather impatiently.
"She is very beautiful," said Diotti, with solemn admiration.
"Have you ever seen any one prettier?" questioned the old man, after a second prolonged sip.
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