’ ‘Take care,’ warned Hilary, his eyes on his improvised bandage. “Have you not missed me?” He inquired. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. ” He commanded.
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