She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and
trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from
the world she had resolved to face. 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. If you talk of your faults, I shall talk of your
splendors. ’
***
Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of
damp linen. A. "
"It matters not, Norris," replied Lady Trafford: "I would rather die on the road,
than be exposed to another such scene as I have just encountered.
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