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Claude to Eustace,—from Florence
Gone from Florence; indeed! and that is truly provoking;—Gone to Milan, it seems; then I go also to Milan.Five days now departed; but they can travel but slowly;—I quicker far; and I know, as it happens, the home they will go to.—Why, what else should I do? Stay here and look at the pictures,Statues and churches? Alack, I am sick of the statues and pictures!—No, to Bologna, Parma, Piacenza, Lodi, and Milan,Off go we to-night,—and the Venus go to the Devil!