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More than half the city perished. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. Compared to most of America, you’re rich. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. One day it was gone. He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes. "Go and take your plunge while I attend to breakfast. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. Annabel believed it, came to England and married Sir John.
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