"The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. ” He said as they parted company. ’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. “I’ve been playing since I was five, Lucy! You’re just more talented than I am.
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