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Prudence Remenham. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. And he departed, just as Wood, who had become alarmed by Thames's long absence, made his appearance with a blunderbuss in his hand. He’s a quiet person, and he says that quiet people should never become salesmen. Courtlaw might have been able to give me an idea where to stop. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone.
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