The Cure was away.

Alone the woman was--poor soul! Who wint--who wint and cared for her?
Who do ye think, sir ?" "Mademoiselle ?" "None other.

'Go tell Mrs.Flynn,' says she, 'to care for my father till I come back,' an' away she wint to the house of plague.

A week she stayed, an' no one wint near her.

Alone she was with the woman and the plague.