"To me?" gasped Winifred. “I don’t know where to go to. She moved then, fast, taking refuge behind a Chinese screen that was set beside the four-poster at the back of the room. I'll stamp twice when we've done. Come and have lunch with me. 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 McCloskeys had only boys, two that were off in the Service and one that was full grown and had moved down South.
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