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Chapter 42

           Ifoundmyarmsswatheddownmyfeettiedsofastthatmineanklesacheattheveryremembrancetheplacewasutterlydarktheoubliette,asIsuppose,oftheiraccursedconvent,andfromtheclose,stifled,dampsmell,Iconceiveitisalsousedforaplaceofsepulture.Ihadstrangethoughtsofwhathadbefallenme,whenthedoorofmydungeoncreaked,andtwovillainmonksentered.TheywouldhavepersuadedmeIwasinpurgatory,butIknewtoowellthepursyshort-breathedvoiceoftheFatherAbbot.SaintJeremy!howdifferentfromthattonewithwhichheusedtoaskmeforanothersliceofthehaunch!thedoghasfeastedwithmefromChristmastoTwelfth-night."

           "Havepatience,nobleAthelstane,"saidtheKing,"takebreathtellyourstoryatleisurebeshrewmebutsuchataleisaswellworthlisteningtoasaromance."

           "Aybut,bytheroodofBromeholm,therewasnoromanceinthematter!"saidAthelstane.

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