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. Sheppard, with a look, the wildness of which greatly alarmed her companion. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. ‘Imbecile. Then she took her sister’s hand. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. And I get myself dirty. I want to enrich it with hangings and gladden it with verses. The young man looked at her.
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