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When the asses were unloaded in the inn-yard, and the coal stacked

under cover, Falve took his prisoner by the hand and led her bylanes to his mother's shop This was in Litany Row, a crazy

dark entry over against the Dominican convent The streets and alleys

were eutters of the steep little

town; its music and their own plashy steps were all they could hear

Knocking at a little barred door in Litany Row, they were admitted by

a wrinkled old woman et eyes

"Mother," said the fellow, "this boy is no boy, but a maid hom I

intend to ht, and

in the ainst I come to fetch her"

The old woirl

blush

"Well," she said, "thou art a proper boy enough, I see, and I will

irl, if God hath done His part"

"That He hath done, rin "See here, then"

With that he pulls off Isoult's green cap All her hair tumbled about

her shoulders in a fan

"Mother of God," cried the old wos are as they should be, to accord with these tresses"

"Never fear for that, ood wife out and in For, let alone the good looks of the girl, she