'That is sothe,' quod I.
'Trewly,' quod she, 'al that ever thou doest to thyne Margaryte-perle,
of wil, of love, and of reson thou owest to done it; it is
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nothing els but yelding of thy dette in quytinge of thy grace, which
she thee lente whan ye first mette.'
'I wene,' quod I, 'right litel grace to me she delivered.
Certes, it was harde grace; it hath nyghe me astrangled.'
'That it was good grace, I wot wel thou wilt it graunte, er
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