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He could not doubt it. ” She said. “There, there, now. She had warned him. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. 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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