And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. ” Dessert was served. " "Are you sure of that?" returned Winifred, looking uneasily at Jack. “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. 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.
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