The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest. Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering
her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an
archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and
his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the
roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what
you think you are. 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. Luckily I’m not. I swore I would
bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such
distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of
misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as
his father. ”
A momentary bitterness crept into Anna’s tone.
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