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some brief interval, Master Goldthred, at the earnest instigation of mine host, and the joyous concurrence of his guest, indulged the company with the following morsel of melody:

“There is savour in this, my hearts,” said Michael, when the mercer had finished his song, “and some goodness seems left among you yet—but what