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She refused to sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him in the shins. “I have nothing to say to you. I hope you have learned your lesson now and come to see—come to realize—how things are. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. The summer arrived, speeding the Plague and with it the famine in the streets. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members.
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