CHAPTER II 



ENICE is a delightful 

 place for man, sick or 

 well. It was in the 

 less happy state that I 

 drifted to and took root 

 in it more than a score 

 ofyearsago. Onefloated 

 in a gondola without 

 the pain or stress that 

 were from me exacted by bath-chair or carriage. 



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