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I found myself by that one of the windows 
which overlooked the stone broach spire---a 
rarity in Kent---of Pluckley church, and the 
light would strike my book from over my right 
shoulder. I drew a volume from my pocket ; 
blind-tooled on the green in a double circle was 
a single star above what was perhaps a sea. I 
have had very little experience of it myself up 
to the present. I have only been married once. 
That was in consequence of a misunderstanding 
between myself and a young person, and I 
wondered if such a reason for marriage would 
ever have occurred to me. I had never married, 
and scarcely felt like beginning now. It was the 
tenth edition, of 1917. No, Sir ; it is not a very 
interesting subject. I never think of it myself. 
Not a woman had entered as yet. I was in for a 
ticklish business, and I knew it. Forging ahead, 
I supposed they would call it, since the woman 
was not yet dead. You might not hear of her 
again. 

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Original text:

I found myself by that one of the windows 
which overlooked the stone broach spire---a 
rarity in Kent---of Pluckley church, and the 
light would strike my book from over my right 
shoulder. I drew a volume from my pocket ; 
blind-tooled on the green in a double circle was 
a single star above what was perhaps a sea. I 
have had very little experience of it myself up 
to the present. I have only been married once. 
That was in consequence of a misunderstanding 
between myself and a young person, and I 
wondered if such a reason for marriage would 
ever have occurred to me. I had never married, 
and scarcely felt like beginning now. It was the 
tenth edition, of 1917. No, Sir ; it is not a very 
interesting subject. I never think of it myself. 
Not a woman had entered as yet. I was in for a 
ticklish business, and I knew it. Forging ahead, 
I supposed they would call it, since the woman 
was not yet dead. You might not hear of her 
again. 

Italian text:

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