The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. F. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged manner, washed her. . The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. Horrible details recurred to her. 3.
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