“I’m really very sorry. ‘Tell me what you know of Miss Charvill?’ he ordered severely. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. Manning leaned forward on the table, talking discursively on the probable brilliance of their married life. 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.
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