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The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. “Lucy! You found me! I was just about to sleep some of those rum and Cokes off like the pig I am. If you hang Jack Sheppard, you'll cut off the flower o' the purfession.
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