” “I was turned shortly after the Pestilence, the plague that they call the Black Death. "Have nine years so changed me, that there is no trace left of your adopted son?" "God bless me!" ejaculated the carpenter, rubbing his eyes, "can—can it be?" "Surely," screamed Mrs. ” Courtlaw laughed hardly. " "Silly love stories?" "No; love wasn't the theme. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. “But we satisfy one another. “Forgive me, madam,” he said stiffly, “but in such a case as this it is better that nothing in the room should be disturbed until the arrival of the police. How dreary it all looks.
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