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"Why, no," said the fellow

"Seek out Father Bonaccord of the, new Grey Friars 'Tis the happiest-

go-lucky, ruddiest rogue of a priest that ever hand-fasted a couple

He'll wed ye and housel ye for a couple of roses [Footnote: Silver

coins of those parts, worth about three shillings a-piece] The Black

Friars 'ull take three off ye and tie ye with a sour face at that

Bonaccord's the man, Brother Bonaccord of the Grey Brothers, hard by

Botchergate"

"Bonaccord for ever!" roared Falve He blew a kiss to his wife and

went off on his errand