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We shall be merry there, little one, never doubt it! Thy troubles will vanish there, and likewise thy sad distemper-- "'She loved her husband dearilee, But another man--' "These be noble large stitches!"-- holding the garment up and viewing it admiringly--"they have a grandeur and a majesty that do cause these small stingy ones of the tailor-man to look mightily paltry and plebeian-- "'She loved her husband dearilee, But another man he loved she,--' "Marry, 'tis done--a goodly piece of work, too, and wrought with expedition.

Now will I wake him, apparel him, pour for him, feed him, and then will we hie us to the mart by the Tabard Inn in Southwark and -- be pleased to rise, my liege!--he answereth not--what ho, my liege!--of a truth must I profane his sacred person with a touch, sith his slumber is deaf to speech.

What!" He threw back the covers--the boy was gone! He stared about him in speechless astonishment for a moment; noticed for the first time that his ward's ragged raiment was also missing; then he began to rage and storm and shout for the innkeeper.