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“Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. “Please don’t be sad. 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. Then I cross-checked it with the name Alberti. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. ‘And I am delighted to see that you are ready to admit that the Charvills—or rather the Valades—are indeed your affair. " There fell upon the three the silence of perfect understanding; and in this silence each saw a vision. I beg that you will consider me your friend.
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