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He was evidently nervous, and very anxious to be impressive; his projecting eyes sought to dominate. He turned me so that he could have a companion in his loneliness. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. 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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