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"No friend like the mother,
for the babby knows no other. “Come in. She had delicate oval features, light, laughing blue eyes, a pretty nez
retroussé, (why have we not the term, since we have the best specimens of the
feature?) teeth of pearly whiteness, and a brilliant complexion, set off by rich
auburn hair, a very white neck and shoulders,—the latter, perhaps, a trifle too
much exposed. 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. Shari’s eyes widened, “You mean it?”
“I’m all yours, head to toe. ” The shock of their
intellectual attitude was over, usage robbed it of the first quaint effect of
deliberate unreason. For a time she promenaded the room. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain
from her shoulders and arms.
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