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. ’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock. Even her debt to him was a triviality now. The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. The doctor had sown a seed, carelessly. Fatigued by his previous exertions, and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. Was the situation so desperate that he could not pack his best things? She had packed lightly, not wanting to weigh down the carriage they would travel in. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be Capes’ friend. Amongst other things, he had just brought down an old laced bavaroy, a species of surtout much worn at the period. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination.
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