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. 1. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. ” “Did I?” she said. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist. " And he tossed it carelessly into the bottom of the boat. ‘They weren’t no soldiers. ‘But I was not there. I’ve had my time and lost my chances.
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