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QUAINT WAYFARERS Early on the following morning Francesco left Rome through the ancient Flaminian gate and started upon his journey towards Viterbo. It was a fair morning, golden and light. Over the Campagna hung white mists, that hovered longest where the Tiber rolled; but over the green mountains of Rocca Romana the woods were alight with sunbeams and the glancing streams ran sparkling through meadows, starred with dragon-flower and cyclamen, and shaded with heavy boughs of beach and chestnut. In lieu of followin…