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118 A strange Flagellant Fresh come to Wartburg craves a word with thee. Bid him within.

Patience ! No hour of the day Brings freedom to the priest.

Brother, all hail ! Blessed be thou who comest in God*s name ! May the Lord grant thee thine own prayer four-fold! What is thine errand ? Look at me, my father. Long since you called me friend.