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. A cat came and rubbed herself against him as he entered the house, and seemed by her mewing to ask him for food. 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. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests.
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