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<TextFlow fontSize="14" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" paddingLeft="4" paddingTop="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" xmlns="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008" fontFamily="Times New Roman"><p paragraphEndIndent="40"><span fontSize="12">There are many </span><span fontStyle="italic" fontSize="12" fontWeight="bold">such</span><span fontSize="12"> lime-kilns in </span><span textDecoration="underline" fontSize="12">that</span><span fontSize="12"> tract of country, for the purpose of burning the </span><span fontSize="18">white marble</span><span fontSize="12"> which composes a large part of the substance of the hills. </span></p><p textAlign="end" textIndent="0"><span fontSize="12">The man who now watched the </span><span color="0xcc0000" fontSize="12">fire</span><span fontSize="12"> was of a different order, and troubled himself with no thoughts save the very few that were requisite to his business. </span></p></TextFlow>