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“Troubles, my friend,” she exclaimed lightly. ‘Again?’ Another simple parry. Bullding repeated, rather struck with the phrase. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. Then she would write and tell her father what she had done, and put their relationship on a new footing. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains.
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