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The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. If you don't conquer this disgraceful propensity in time, you'll soon come to want; and then nothing can save you. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. She remembered that she had not gone to bed until two o'clock in the morning. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. The major’s hand stilled. And your great-niece.
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