’ Gerald gazed at her without expression. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. ” “I resent!” “I was only sorry I’d been so stupid. . 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. Her nurse says she may live some time; but she seems to me to be sinking fast.
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