“Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night. "Speak English?" boomed the voice. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt. Part 3 She dismissed the first hotels she passed, she scarcely knew why, mainly perhaps from the mere dread of entering them, and crossed Waterloo Bridge at a leisurely pace. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat.
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