"I had not thought there could be so many left as I saw in the streets today.

And they went about shaking each other by the hand, and smiling, and even laughing aloud in their joy.

And if they saw a shut-up house, and none looking forth from the windows, some one would stand and shout aloud till those within looked out, and then he would tell them the good news that the plague was abating; and at that sound many poor creatures would fall a-weeping, and praise the Lord that He had left even a remnant." "Poor creatures!" said Mary Harmer with commiseration; "it has been a dismal year for thousands upon thousands!" "Ay, verily.

I cannot think that London will ever be full again," said the boy.

"There be whole streets with scarce an inhabitant left, and we know that multitudes of those who fled died of the pestilence on the road and in other places.