Ann Veronica blushed. Just now the waterchestnuts…. But it was very hard to follow. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. My father thought the latter. Was the girl seriously expecting him to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage! ‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. “But, you see, appearances are very much against me. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind.
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