Mr. ” “You have nothing to tell me?” “Nothing!” So Annabel departed with the slightest of farewells, wearing a thick travelling veil, and sitting far back in the corner of a closed carriage. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. Only an undermaid I was then. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me.
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