‘Like you?’
‘But I am not French. “No, no, no. 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. “Stay where you are for a moment,” she directed. ’
‘Yes, I know,’ Gerald put in with an irrepresssible chuckle. He
whispered in her ear. ’ He opened the purse and extracted a couple of
guineas. "Can you not love him?"
"Love him!" echoed the widow. But he afterwards acted upon the suggestion. "
"We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the
lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the
garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of
Willesden were heard tolling for evening service.
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