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176 not twenty pennies in your bag; let me put in my hand and count them.' But I gripped the bag the tighter, and when I go to sleep at night I hide the bag where nobody knows.

There's but one pinch of sand, and I am lost

If you are not he I seek.

O, what a lot the Fool knows, but he says nothing.

Yes, I remember now. You spoke of angels.

You said but now that you had seen an angel.

You are the one I seek, and I am saved.