CHAPTER 22
How the Smoking Flax was Quenched
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A WISER than any here has said that as a man lieth down, so riseth he up; and inasmuch as a good deed had rounded out the Tuesday which was to be held worthy of anniversaries, it was Brant the brother-keeper who thrust his head into Antrim's room on the Wednesday morning what time the convalescent was dressing.
"Peace to your ashes, Henry, my son! How do you pan out by this time?"