" "Please!" She dropped the curtains and the manuscripts, knelt and held out her arms. Light the lantern. . ” Annabel shook her head. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. “Take off your tunic. ’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. It’s true. White men and natives dealt conveniently at Copeley's. 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. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No.
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