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A KNIGHT OF THE SHEEP

        Ao tain lives “a strong farmer,” a knig from one of t fig one man t s o deserve t    ain    rival e and abrupt in s, and     hand.

        One day I -maid announced a certain Mr. O’Donnell. A sudden silence fell upon t t daug severely to o e in and di out, and tly relieved, and said, “ dine ,” said ter, “and ask o t finistle room    ao beer turo me and said, “Mr. O’Donnell is tax-gat year axes, and my fat o t t    deal. ‘I eac tect its officers’; but my fat ness. At last my fat tired, and sorry too, and said     back remembrance of t to s tax-gat I ed t ure like O’Donnell; and o make my fato    time he came.”

        S out to see a neigered too tly getting on to tax again, for I could o and fro. I ope sigentions, and asked me if I ko to find it a out, looking at truck face of tax-gat type.    like , successful man, but rat find ing-place upon tless of tock of treasure lies buried u h many heads.” “Yes, sur,”

        of a line of princes.”

        e to talking of many onplace t ooss up     last t old tax-gat up to go, and my friend said, “I oget year.” “No, no,”    year.” “I too    sons,” said te a gentle voice. “But your sons    like my son.”

        Aer s, and    cast bet not ed, but o an angry discussion of t pity for all t t it out, and would now o record.

        t of tory, for no soul t    of blood and clay    surpass    once beaten; and tale of     stood against to s any cause.    tood up, and my friend said, “All is n in o t led into to get a    move, so t of took a sa t , and at o, and through.
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