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In
the
end
he
gave
up
the
task
,
for
here
was
a
resolution
stiffer
than
his
own
,
and
his
strongest
arguments
faltered
when
he
saw
her
smile
,
which
was
like
sunlight
in
a
world
of
darkness
and
grim
faces
.
He
found
himself
telling
her
how
the
plague
had
begun
,
and
of
the
nature
of
its
course
-
-
the
lack
of
leeches
and
medicines
,
the
dearth
of
helpers
,
the
households
perishing
silently
indoors
.
She
listened
calmly
,
and
did
not
blanch
even
at
the
tale
of
the
shuttered
cottages
and
the
unburied
dead
.
"
A
pretty
mess
your
folk
have
made
of
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
have
turned
Woodilee
into
a
lazar
-
house
,
and
given
the
pest
a
rare
breeding
-
ground
.
Never
mind
your
spiritual
consolations
,
David
.
Let
the
miserable
bodies
come
before
the
souls
.
You
say
you
have
no
leech
to
cure
the
sick
,
and
that
maybe
is
as
well
,
for
I
never
yet
heard
of
leech
that
could
master
the
plague
.
But
if
you
cannot
cure
,
you
may
prevent
its
spread
.
Our
first
task
is
to
safeguard
those
who
are
not
yet
smitten
.
If
you
shut
up
a
cottage
where
there
is
one
sick
man
,
you
condemn
every
member
to
death
.
That
must
be
stopped
without
delay
-
-
and
for
God
’
s
sake
let
us
bury
the
dead
-
-
bury
or
burn
.
"
"
Burn
?
"
he
cried
out
aghast
.
"
Burn
,
"
she
nodded
.
"
Fire
is
the
best
purifier
.
"
"
But
we
shall
rouse
the
place
to
madness
.
"
"
Better
that
than
death
.
But
we
want
helpers
-
-
bold
men
who
fear
neither
the
pest
nor
an
angry
people
.
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
There
are
none
such
in
Woodilee
.
The
bones
of
all
are
turned
to
water
.
"
"
Then
we
must
stiffen
them
.
.
.
.
There
is
the
one
whom
we
now
call
Mark
Riddel
.
It
was
he
who
told
me
of
your
trouble
,
for
he
was
at
Calidon
yesterday
on
his
way
back
from
Annandale
.
There
is
the
black
-
avised
man
,
too
,
at
Reiverslaw
.
.
.
.
Are
there
none
more
?
"
The
girl
’
s
briskness
was
rousing
David
’
s
mind
from
its
torpor
.
