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It was to Tortsentier and to Maulfry that Do his nails in the quarry Very late

that night he knocked at her door Maulfry, who slept by day, opened

at once, and when she saho it was e up with dry clothes, heaped logs on the fire, and set a table

against his return, with venison, and white bread, and sine

Galors, as ravenous by now, needed no pressing: he sat down and

ate without speaking, nor did she urge hie or for news,

but kept her place by the fire, s into it until he had done She

was a tall, dark wo the

neck, arms, and bosom of Juno, or of that lady whom Nicholas the Pisan

sculptor fashioned on her model to be Queen of Heaven and Earth And

Maulfry suffered no one to be in doubt as to the abundance and glory

of her treasure

When Galors ell fed she beckoned him with a nod to his place on

the settle He ca into the fire

for some minutes without a word

"Well, friend," said Maulfry at last, "and what do you ith your

servant at such an hour? For though I auests, it