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. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he
tries to. ”
Ramage looked at her, and then fell into deep reflection as the waiter came to
paragraph their talk again. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and
there was so much that struggled for expression. She knew his appetite from
many a homemade dinner and knew also that he had
taken Bitch Vorsack’s comments to heart. Part 2
The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of
early March. Daily contact with actual
human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. I'm an old hand at such things. There is some
deep treachery hidden beneath his words.
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