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"Troth, sir, not I," answered the host, "since ranting Robin of

Drysandford was shot at the siege of the Brill The devil take the

caliver that fired the ball, for a blither lad never filled a cup

at one, and I know not a soldier, or a

traveller, who is a soldier's

for"

"By the Mass, that is strange What! so lish hearts

are abroad, and you, who seem to be a man of mark, have no friend, no

kins the, "I have one wild slip

of a kinsman, who left us in the last year of Queen Mary; but he is

better lost than found"

"Do not say so, friend, unless you have heard ill of him lately Many a

wild colt has turned out a noble steed--His name, I pray you?"

"Michael Lambourne," answered the landlord of the Black Bear; "a son of

either the name or

the connection"

"Michael La to recollect

hiallant cavalier