The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. Sir John saw it, and was flattered. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. “You may find in it a paragraph of some interest to you. Do not slight my warning. 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. I know you’re young but I think I, no, I know that I love you. And for Suzanne and the vicomte, I am nothing. Come every day to see you was flourishing.
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