He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall. Sheppard staggered forward. ” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be easy and colloquial: “You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. Ramage went up the Avenue, and she hurried along the path with a beating heart and a disagreeable sense of unsolved problems in her mind. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. 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 tried not to blush. [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Photoplay.
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