But straught in-to hir closet wente anoon,
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And sette here doun as stille as any stoon,
And every word gan up and doun to winde,
That he hadde seyd, as it com hir to minde;
87. And wex somdel astonied in hir thought,
Right for the newe cas; but whan that she
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Was ful avysed, tho fond she right nought
Of peril, why she oughte afered be.