He will be better there than in the pest-house." "Anything is better than that," said Nizza, shuddering.
As soon as she was gone, Chowles took off his long black cloak, and, throwing it over the apprentice, laid him at full length upon the bench, and, assisted by Judith, carried him towards the choir.

As they proceeded, Chowles called out, "Make way for one sick of the plague!" and the crowd instantly divided, and gave them free passage.

In this way they descended to Saint Faith's, and, shaping their course to the vault, deposited their burden on the very bed lately occupied by the unfortunate sexton.
"He has come here to die," observed Judith to her companion.

"His attack is but a slight one, and he might with care recover.

But I can bargain with the Earl of Rochester for his removal." "Take heed how you make such a proposal to his lordship," returned Chowles.