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Show JUST AS IT USED TO BE. Now it was so that when the stars were glittering in the skyne and all the worlde was in a deep sleep gowrappen ensave only the festvve votaties of the dance, that Hoofitlight, the married man, globe himself around the roome in the masque ball, embolden his rapturous within the fairest of the fayre unknowne. To hym delighted, she, the fayre, soonway enwhispered: "Prithee, sir knight, and by'r lady, it bethinks me that I knowe thee, an' that ryghte well." Thus did Sir Hoofitlight much engladden, and to the maiden masqued, she whom he yet did still the more ensqueeze, he quothe: "Now by my halidome, thou fayre and sweet unknowne, I know thy dear and dulcet voice. I will my honest knighthood lay thou art my dear and beautiful - but speaken me fayre, the first. Say, who thinkest am I?" "Thou art the only one," she whispered low and spoke his name. "Ha, ha!" loud loffen the knight. "Odds fish, thou speaken by the book. ‘Tis he I am, and thou, my own, thou art my fond Elfrida." Low speaken the fayre one and say that it was she. And then the knight, with fondest love impressed, besought that in the curtained window seat he might have but one peepen at her dear sweet face, and she the fayre reluctant, followed him. And when Sir Hoofitlight removen her envions masque, he kissen her not, for he knew Galbraska, the mother of his owne true life, Olgriths. And straight he spede hym home, nor dancen more, but supped in sorrow on the bread of melancholy. |