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. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. I said I hadn’t been at the Royal Society soiree for four years, and got him to tell me about some of the fresh Mendelian work. Mr. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. 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.
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