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25. A little past nine a messenger from London brought me letters acquainting me with my dear friend Harlakendens dangerous sickness at Worcester, my heart feared the worst, and indeed then he was new dead. I went down to the priory , and acquainted Mr H. with it, who was striking at a mole. he was troubled, but hoped. my heart utterly under fears, I resolved for London and Worcester, knowing it my duty to my friends and Christs servant and committed myself to god with a sick servant and 2 poor horses and rode from one a clock until past 8. to Burntwood where I received a letter that poor Mrs Harlakenden was that day gone from London towards her husband.