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THE TALE（第2页）
hisvoicewasmerrierthanthemerryorgon，**organ
onmassedaysthatinthechurchesgon。
wellsickerer*washiscrowinginhislodge，*repunctual*
thanisaclock，oranabbayhorloge。**clock
bynaturehekneweachascension
ofthequinoctialinthilketown;
forwhendegreesfiftenewereascended
thencrewhe，thatitmightnotbeamended。
hisbwasredderthanthefinecoral
embattelld
asitwereacastlewall。
hisbillwasblack，andasthejetitshone;
esandhistone;**toes
hisnaileswhiterthanthelilyflowr
andliketheburnishdgoldwashiscolour，
thisgentlecockhadinhisgovernance
sevnhennes，fortodoallhispleasance，
whichwerehissistersandhisparaurs，
andwondrousliketohimasofcolours。
ofwhichthefairest-huedinthethroat
wascalleddasellepartelote，
courteousshewas，discreet，anddebonair，
andpaniable，*andbareherselfsofair，*sociable
sincethedaythatshesevnnightwasold，
thattruelyshehadtheheartinhold
ofchanticleer，lockedineverylith;**limb
helovdherso，thatwellwashimtherewith，
butsuchajoyitwastohearthemsing，
whenthatthebrightesunnegantospring，
ord，*"mylefeisfareinland。"*
*myloveis
