"And hast thou naught to drink but cold water?"said Robin."Never so much as a drop," quoth the beggar."Over beyond yon clump of trees is a sweet inn, but I go no more thither. Once, when the good Prior of Emmet was dining there, the landlady set a dear little tart upon the windowsill to cool, and I, fearing it might be lost, took it with me till I could find the owner. Since then they have acted very ill towards me."
— May 20, 2019 01:05PM
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