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‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. A dog appeared unexpectedly upon the threshold. 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. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. ” “Oh, I’m not trying to help it,” said Ann Veronica.
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