_She was magic, meant for love--and like so much of beauty, strangely marked by fate._ Of course it happened a very long time ago. Today, there is barely a charred, overgrown trace left of the buildings that burned, the curious, helter-skelter collection of gaily painted little two and three apartment houses that huddled together, down a steep valley scarp from the broad avenue above. The whole affair, indeed, is almost forgotten--almost.…
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