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Isaura was seated beside the Venosta,-to whom, of late, she seemed to cling with greater fondness than ever,-working at some piece of embroidery-a labour from which she had been estranged for years; but now she had taken writing, reading, music, into passionate disgust. Isaura was thus seated, silently intent upon her work, and the Venosta in full