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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 need for this,’ he ventured mildly, and lifted his finger to show his own pistol was not cocked. “But was it wise to sing to-night?” “Why not? The man was nothing to me. Anyhow, they didn’t run about so much. “I’m very shy, and I would like to opt out if you don’t mind.
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