My arm's nearly well again. The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. "No, no, Sir," replied Ireton. Wood and Thames pass him, and followed at a foot's pace behind them.
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