"No. . ." Withinhoe replies, depressed. "No I don't. . . First all the crops in Plathill Farm start dying. . . Then I hear every crop on every farm is dying. . . And then. . ." She sheds a tear and begins to sob. "I wake up this morning to find that the whole of Plathill has come down in some sort of epidemic. . . Everyone there is ill and dying. . ." She sheds some more tears, and wipes them away with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry. . ." She sobs. "But it's all too much to take in. . ."
- DH
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