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Something special was going on here just now -- the annual display of azalea plants.
She had heard about it the night before at her hotel.
It was not yet complete: workmen were unloading the potted plants from a truck and placing them in banked rows on the steps above.
The azaleas were as large as shrubs, and their myriad blooms, many still tight in the bud, ranged in color from purple through fuchsia and rose to the palest pink, along with many white ones too.
Marvelous, thought Theresa, climbing in her portly, well-bred way, for she was someone who had learned that if you only move slowly enough you have time to notice everything.
In Rome, all over Europe, she intended to move very slowly indeed.
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