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. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. Michelle bypassed the ordering counter and surfed directly to their table. As soon as they had got out, the vehicle was drawn up at the back of a tree near the cage. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. It was good to kiss you, even at the price.
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