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Includes bibliographical references (p. R-1 - R-64) and indexes.To have proceeded from Gilbert Osmond this was a crude proposition, but Madame Merle bestowed upon it a certain improving polish.

She told Isabel more about the poor Countess than Mr. Osmond had done, and related the history of her marriage and its consequences. The Count was a member of an ancient Tuscan family, but of such small estate that he had been glad to accept Amy Osmond, in spite of the questionable beauty which had yet not hampered her career, with the modest dowry her mother was able to offer- a sum about equivalent to that which had already formed her brother's Child Development: With Powerweb of their patrimony.

Count Gemini since then, however, had inherited money, and now they were well enough off, as Italians went, though Amy was horribly extravagant.

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Osmond had liked to be called. She had brought her children to Italy after her husband's death, and Mrs. Touchett remembered her during the year that followed her arrival. She thought her a horrible snob; but this was an irregularity of judgement on Mrs.

Touchett's part, for she, like Mrs. Osmond, approved of political marriages. The Countess was very good company and not really the featherhead Child Development: With Powerweb seemed; all one had to do with her was to observe the simple condition of not believing a word she said.

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She had talked almost exclusively about Child Development: With Powerweb how much she should like to know Miss Archer; how thankful she should be for a real friend; how base the people in Florence were; how tired she was of the place; how much she should like to live somewhere else- in Paris, in London, in Washington; how impossible it was to get anything nice to wear in Italy except a little old lace; how dear the world was growing everywhere; what a life of suffering and privation she had led.

Madame Merle listened with interest to Isabel's account of this passage, but she had not needed it to feel exempt from anxiety. On the whole she was not afraid of the Countess, and she could afford to do what was altogether best- not to appear so. Isabel had meanwhile another visitor, whom it was not, even behind her back, so easy a matter to patronize.

Henrietta Stackpole, who had left Paris after Mrs. Touchett's departure for San Remo and had worked her way down, as she said, through the cities of North Italy, reached the banks of the Arno about the middle of May.

Madame Merle surveyed her with a single glance, took her in from head to foot, and after a pang of despair determined to endure her.

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