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They passed close by the turn to Bishopsgate.
A scant half mile away Shelley and Mary were doubtless sitting on their diminutive terrace, the air about them scented with stock, and listening to the nightingale who had nested in the big lime tree at the foot of the garden.
Charming and peaceful -- but what were charm and peace compared to high adventure??
Alone with the fabulous Byron!!
How many women had longed for the privilege that was hers.
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