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The Inferno, Canto 10, lines 40-42: He, soon as there I stood at the tombs foot, Eyd me a space, then in disdainful mood Addressd me: Say, what ancestors were thine?
English: "The Inferno, Canto 10, lines 40-42: He, soon as there I stood at the tombs foot, Eyd me a space, then in disdainful mood Addressd me: Say, what ancestors were thine?" oil on Canvas, location: Private collection.
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Gustave Dore
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