I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. The idiots are marching through the streets in processions from town to town, whipping their own backs until they are covered in blood, spreading the bloody Pestilence wherever they go! The dead pile in the streets like timber. Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. "If I had my old tools with me, we'd soon master this obstacle," he muttered. All this while he was arranging the medicines on the stand and jotting down his instructions on a chart sheet. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date. “Do come and cheer me up.
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