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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. The
boy she had loved was gone. This was occasioned by
Jonathan Wild, who was seen to mount his horse and join the train. He
found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to
attempt any such speech. However, if you must air your opinions—”
“To-night, then, daddy!”
He made an angry but conceivably an assenting noise, and then Ramage
glanced back and stopped, saluted elaborately, and waited for them to come up. She got a
bun and some cocoa in the little refreshment-room, and then wandered through
the galleries up-stairs, crowded with Polynesian idols and Polynesian dancinggarments, and all the simple immodest accessories to life in Polynesia, to a seat
among the mummies. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful
look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately
acted within its walls. All the rest—Movements! I can live
now on fourpence a day.
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