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a cloud that is drawn along the face of the wall about half way up. These clouds are shot through through with sunshine
forming with the snowy waters, fresh washed walls, one of the most openly glorious scenes I ever beheld. A lady on Blacks
piazza is quietly looking at it, sitting with arms folded in her chair. A gentleman is pointing at it with his cane. While
another gentleman is speaking loudly businessly about his baggage Eyes have they but they see not. Looking up the Valley the
cloud effects are yet more lavishly glorious Tissiack is mantled with Silvery burning mists, her 00661