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This person was speedily followed by half a dozen others, some of whom carried flambeaux. “I go to private school right now. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. 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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