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The churches, houses, and all on fire, and
flaming at once; and a horrid noise the flames made, and the
cracking houses at their ruine. So home with a sad heart, and
there find every body discoursing and lamenting the fire; and
poor Tom Hater come with some few of his goods saved out of his
house, which was burned upon Fish-street Hill. I invited him to
lie at my house, and did receive his goods, but was deceived in
his lying there, the news coming every moment of the growth of
the fire; so as we were forced to begin to pack up our own goods,
and prepare for their removal; and did by moonshine (it being
brave dry and moonshine and warm weather) carry much of my goods
into the garden, and Mr. Hater and I did remove my money and iron
chests into my cellar, as thinking that the safest place. And
got my bags of gold into my office, ready to carry away, and my
chief papers of accounts also there, and my tallies into a box by
themselves. So great was our fear, as Sir W. Batten hath carts
come out of the country to fetch away his goods this night.


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