The nuns wore their habit, and said all their offices, and went about their tasks unobtrusively, relieving the poor and needy and tending the sick. But one day he came to me. “No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. ’ ‘Ah. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death.
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