Stinking Lane was a narrow passage of small cramped houses that ran north of Newgate Market, east to Christ Church. It was a loud and lively neighbourhood where children ran about your feet and grabbed at your pocket. And it did stink. An open sewer ran almost the width of the lane. Marching fast...
If Fuller wouldn’t find Jane a medic, then I’d do it myself. No medics to be found for a few days, Fuller had said. What use was that? The plague could kill a man in a day.I was up early next morning, promising Dowling I would return within the hour. With Forman, Withypoll, War and Pestilence all...
droughts, little rain, the death of fishes, barrenness, Winds, Wars, or Fights. I had experienced many types of different wind, from the light and fluffy, to the heavy and strong, but never such a wind as this. It blew the heat of the day into men’s faces, drying the eyes ...