" "Impossible!" cried Jonathan. 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. I will write to your major, and you will send the letter very quickly. ” “Wherever you like!” he answered, a little absently.
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