Then, very awkwardly, he took a stool and placed it at the end of Ann Veronica’s table, and sat down. 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. She bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such foul weather. “She finds lying up so much very irksome. ” She threw away the end of her cigarette. “You may not leave. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. The Ragged Edge. They all stay!” “And you yourself?” Brendon laughed. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms.
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