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Page 74
She came through the chancel to greet the hero ; another lady held her by the left hand , older than she , and seemingly of high estate , with many nobles about her . But unlike to look upon were those ladies , for if the younger were ...
She came through the chancel to greet the hero ; another lady held her by the left hand , older than she , and seemingly of high estate , with many nobles about her . But unlike to look upon were those ladies , for if the younger were ...
Page 109
But greet harm was it , as it thoughte me , That on his shine a mormal 40 hadde he ; For blankmanger , 41 that made he with the beste . A SHIPMAN was ther , woning “ 2 fer by weste : For aught I woot , he was of Dertemouthe .
But greet harm was it , as it thoughte me , That on his shine a mormal 40 hadde he ; For blankmanger , 41 that made he with the beste . A SHIPMAN was ther , woning “ 2 fer by weste : For aught I woot , he was of Dertemouthe .
Page 154
“ By seinte Marie , " seyde this taverner , “ The child seith sooth , for he hath slayn this yeer , Henne over a myle , with - in a greet village , Both man and womman , child and hyne , “ o and page . I trowe his habitacioun be there ...
“ By seinte Marie , " seyde this taverner , “ The child seith sooth , for he hath slayn this yeer , Henne over a myle , with - in a greet village , Both man and womman , child and hyne , “ o and page . I trowe his habitacioun be there ...
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