All men are bloody fucking hypocrites. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. " "Quite right, Sir James," said Austin. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit. Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. 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. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room, but did I show you the basement?” He asked.
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