” Lucy commented, dismayed. CHAPTER XXII. I’ll try to stay as long as I can. “To your room!” Michelle cowered, her face flushed with anger. “I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to come. 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. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. ” “I didn’t mind that little argument.
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