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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. The few whites he had ever known generally offered to pet him when they really wanted to kick him. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. Lucy heard a stir, but if Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it could only mean two murders tonight. "I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real. I'll watch over these infants, if that's your worry. I don’t want to get old or to watch my kids get married or retire. There was no one to be seen in the great hall. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her.
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