There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the church. Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day.
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