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She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. She ran 60 past it with melancholic dread towards the slope that led to the ocean. The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets.
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