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” She shook her head. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. " "You don't remember your mother?" "Oh, no; she died when I was very little. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. ‘I am not a fool. ‘That is not your affair. 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. ” “And they go?” “When they get the chance. I’m talking to you now as though you had all the wisdom and charity in the world.
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