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Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. “The truth!” Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister’s ear. 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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