“But your sister?” he asked. ’ ‘Yes, but I’m afraid I am far too interested to stop mixing myself in your affairs,’ Gerald said ruefully. “I love your sister. 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. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough. She got to the driveway and was semi-surprised to see that his car was gone. It would be the culmination of her plan. For the first time he seemed to wonder what it might be that she had to confess.
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