They stayed till it was dark almost and saw the fire grow; and as it grew darker, appeared more and more, and in corners and upon steeples, and between churches and houses, as far as we could see up the hill of the city, in a most horrid malicious bloody flame, not like the fine flame of an ordinary fire. . . . It made me weep to see it.
Memoirs of Samuel Pepys.
On the morning of Sunday, Sept. 2, 1666, in the house of the King's baker in London's Pudding Lane, fire...
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