“Physicians!” muttered Fenoglio, uneasily watching them go. On recognizing Fenoglio, the guards of the Inner Castle let them pass without a word, and a group of men in gray robes, grave-faced, came toward them beneath the trees of the Inner Courtyard. Grooms, blacksmiths, stable lads were all going about their work again, but an oppressive silence seemed to weigh down on everyone within the walls. Only a few dry twigs and squashed cakes showed tha. The Outer Courtyard lay as if deserted that morning. “He can entertain the prince’s spoiled brat of a grandson and give us a chance to get Violante to talk in peace.” – Emily Dickinson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson Fenoglio simply persuaded Farid to go up to the castle with them. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul! To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
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