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I wouldn't
trust a Malay, not if he were reared in the Vatican. A dozen books
lay upon the counterpane. As a consequence of its small size, it was possible to get along with the
work on a much easier and more colloquial footing than a larger class would
have permitted. 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. Presently he
became filled with astonishment over the singular fact that Ruth was eluding him
in fancy as well as in reality.
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