But she
perceived that to tell Manning of her Ramage adventures as they had happened
would be like tarring figures upon a water-color. 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. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary
fascination. If he
wished, he could even take this inheritance from her. "I am innocent. "Don't disturb yourself," said his follower, motioning him to keep still; "it's all
right. She looked into his eyes, truly noticing
their gray color for the first time. ”
She shook her fist ceilingward.
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