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THE TALE（第13页）
andhehimhent*dispiteously**again，*seized**angrily
andonthenosehestehimwithhisfist
downranthebloodystreamuponhisbreast:
andinthefloorwithnoseanduthallbrok
theywallow，asdotwopigsinapoke。
anduptheygo，anddownagainanon，
tillthatthemillerspurned*onastone，*stumbled
anddownhebackwardfel露ponhiswife，
thatwistenothingofthisnicestrife:
forshewasfallnasleepalittlewight**while
withjohntheclerk，thatwakedhadallnight:
andwiththefalloutofhersleepshebraid*。*woke
"help，holycrossofbromeholm，"
shesaid;
"inmanustuas!
lord，totheeicall。
awake，sin，thefiendisonmefall
mineheartisbroken;help;iambutdead:
therelithoneonmywombandonminehead。
help，simkin，forthesefalseclerksdofight
thisjohnstartupasfastaseerhemight，
andgropedbythewallestoandfro
tofindastaff;andshestartupalso
andknewtheestres*betterthanthisjohn，*apartment
andbythewallshetookastaffanon:
andsawalittleshimmeringofalight，
foratanholeinshoheonebright，
andbythatlightshesawthemboththetwo，
butsickerly*shewistnotwhowaswho，*certainly
butasshesawawhitethinginhereye。
andwhensheganthiswhitethingespy，
