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to comforte, me semed that I was so fer fallen in-to miserye and
wrecched hid caytifnesse, that me shulde no precious thing
neighe; and also, that for my sorowe every wight shulde ben
hevy, and wisshe my recovery. But whan this lady had somdele
apperceyved, as wel by my wordes as by my chere, what thought
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besied me within, with a good womanly countenance she sayde
these wordes:—
'O my nory, wenest thou that my maner be, to foryete my