Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. “You know about my scandalous past?” “Very little. Wild," replied the other, "a little shaken, that's all. Who could guarantee a safer existence outside Florence? That Sebastian seemed to have a weird immunity to the Pestilence was a trait that went unquestioned, unanswered. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. I arranged that he should. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob.
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