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Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. . 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. ‘Tell me what you know of Miss Charvill?’ he ordered severely. She could not go to him when it was apparent that he needed her beyond all other instances! What had caused this agony did not matter—then. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. ‘What was you wanting it for, may I ask?’ ‘You may not ask, for it is none of your affair,’ Melusine snapped. ‘You have made a serious mistake, Melusine. " Thames turned away at the question, which he felt might be construed into a reproach.
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