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. They sat in the front row. "Well, I'm sure Winifred could never have loved you as well as I do," said Mrs. Sheppard, relieved by their departure, and giving way to a passionate flood of tears; "were it not for my child, I should wish to be in the place of that unfortunate lady. Mrs. They embarked upon an open and declared friendship. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. .
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