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The country was partitioned in a similar manner. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. 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. ‘Where is there that I can go?’ All at once Alderley felt acutely suspicious. Shocked, Melusine shot out of that blanketing warmth of sensation. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman.
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