” “Did I?” she said. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. “Believe me, I know. . She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. Lucy’s cool. ‘Why?’ Melusine eyed him dubiously. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards.
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