" "Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. It seems to me very silly. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. There was a loose button on that coat, and I want to sew it on. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. " "It shall be, Sir," replied Ireton, bowing.
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