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IN MAREMMA.
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another moment it floated buoyant and borne up by the water.

He sprang over its side, and plunged the blades of the oars in the sea.

The breeze that comes a thousand miles in a breath blew a scent of orange-flowers from the woods high above in the north.

His nostrils drew in with delight the sweet familiar scent; his lips laughed; his heart rose; he set the head of his boat northward, and rowed straight for where the orange-trees grew, and ran down to the sea and kissed it.