She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night. Bodies were piled high in the streets, Sebastian went on rounds and would come back late at night, reporting horrors and robberies, death that came within hours, not days. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. Oh, goodness! Bilking! Ann Veronica, you’re a bilker!” Pause. But I don't look for peace on this side the grave. I can get into my clothes.
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