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Chapter 43

           "Nay,then,e’entellthestoryyourself,mymasters,"saidDennet,turningsulkyattheserepeatedcontradictions;anditwaswithsomedifficultythattheboorcouldbeprevailedon,bytherequestofhiscomradeandtheMinstrel,torenewhistale."Thesetwosoberfriars,"saidheatlength,"sincethisreverendmanwillneedshavethemsuch,hadcontinueddrinkinggoodale,andwine,andwhatnot,forthebestpartforasummer’sday,whentheywerearousedbyadeepgroan,andaclankingofchains,andthefigureofthedeceasedAthelstaneenteredtheapartment,saying,‘Yeevilshep-herds!‘"

           "Itisfalse,"saidtheFriar,hastily,"heneverspokeaword."

           "Soho!FriarTuck,"saidtheMinstrel,drawinghimapartfromtherustics;"wehavestartedanewhare,Ifind."

           "Itellthee,Allan-a-Dale,"saidtheHermit,"IsawAthelstaneofConingsburghasmuchasbodilyeyeseversawalivingman.Hehadhisshroudon,andallabouthimsmeltofthesepulchreAbuttofsackwillnotwashitoutofmymemory."

           "Pshaw!"answeredtheMinstrel;"thoudostbutjestwithme!"

           "Neverbelieveme,"saidtheFriar,"anIfetchednotaknockathimwithmyquarter-staffthatwouldhavefelledanox,anditglidedthroughhisbodyasitmightthroughapillarofsmoke!"

           "BySaintHubert,"saidtheMinstrel,"butitisawondroustale,andfittobeputinmetretotheancienttune,SorrowcametotheoldFriar."

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