“You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. She came back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway. Nothing but the publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his sympathy. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. Sebastian, too, seemed to be immune, even though cats, dogs, and beasts of the suffered just as the humans did: blackening and dying, their eyes rolling, their bodies covered with bald buboes.
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