Then Grandfeyther Callard stood out, and he said—“Two funerals in a month! It do make me think of the days when the great sickness was on the land, and we as were quick were weary of the buryings. And strange it is, friends all, that these two should be dead, when their ages added together dunna amount to near thirty years, while I number one-and-ninety years and yet I’ve so far missed to catch the plague that ravens through this bitter old world—the ancient plague of dying.” Still Gideon said nothing. But the nigh…
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