I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. 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. . She threw him his car keys. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. As soon as he had gained his feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon.
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