” “I was turned shortly after the Pestilence, the plague that they call the Black Death. I somehow understood. “I am sure,” she said, “that you mean to stay until you are turned out. No, don’t interrupt me. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead.
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