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IN MAREMMA.
The human tyrant, without pity, greedy as a child, more brutal than the tiger in his cruelty, had all his way upon the innocent races to which he begrudged a tuft of reeds, a palm's breadth of moss or sand. The slaughter, the misery, the imjustice, renewed themselves as the greenness of the world did. Noone cared. There was no voice upon the blood-stained waters. 'There was no rebuke from the offended heavens. To all prayer or pain there was eternal silence as the sole reply.
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