. Sometimes I think she’s tired of us. " As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tears gathered thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes. The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other. 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. What reassured her, however, more than anything else, was the shape of the mouth: it was warmly turned. He kissed her at the door. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force.
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