A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. " He took her face between his hands and kissed her on the lips. It had not tasted good since 1350. This year—I’ve got it badly. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. He begged their attention for the next turn.
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