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‘But with more courage in her little finger than in many another female’s entire body. 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. “There is no doubt whatever about that. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. She was carefree. Ruth was something to study for future copy; she was almost unbelievable. He believed me when I asked him to marry me.
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