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THE CRUCIFIXION OF THE OUTCAST

        A man,    o toi?coloured doublet, and ed s. Also    ing and sleeping places rayed from toe Friars and totlements tainst ttle to to t empty, for ttering about t , just suctered: If it oning or be o ing your feet! I    t tree of deat of barbarous lands, or t tni t of tain, ten    oot ts of the deep sea.

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        Gleeman, said t in my nico o you t it is tery, racious abbot, wravellers.

        You may sleep, said Cum. And    tub upside doood upon it, and began to sing in a very loud voice. t, so t    up in bed and bleil to    get a    noise, said t.    is happening?

        It is a gleeman, said ter in t?er, and of t. And noions.

        Is he cursing in rhyme?

        wo assonances in every line of his curse.

        t pulled ?cap off and crumpled it in c of a pond, for in aug yet aba tonsure for tyle to use. If    somereet, and t to the robbers upon Ben Bulben.

        Ser in a jug,    foot?er, and a ne, and make    Benignus, and by t no bond be lag, not to tell o treet, and t the robbers upon Ben Bulben?

        ron nor t all, said t; for to?morro day to curse ell anot ?urn o curse, and my name eadfastness of purpose upon t only under roofs ale olf, Brotrick, Broter. And take t o sing. And in t t make he louder, we will crucify him.

        ther.

        t make anot make an end of    and sleep in pead before blessed Saint Benignus, and sour    t Day, o spare an enemy    up te in all ts, aler t, and ts of t God and d ts.

        cap over o s out to sleep.

        ttle olf, Brotrick, Broter sitting up in bed, and    up. to t at terwards called Buckleys Ford.

        Gleeman, said to t?     I speak true! And     and learning, but I ever glorify racious abbot, and Benignus our Patron, and t and orderly, but yours is like t I could for you, being also a man of many ts, but who could help such a one as you?

        Friend, ans bloo and fro, and up and dos many to my mind and out of my mind, and t, ild    ering he cold.

        t and to    ready to be crucified, and led    of t?ill stood upon tep a flock of great grass?barnacles passed ed o t grass?bararry a little, and mayravel o te places of to t te a cro to beg from any traveller or pilgrim    in t? and to a pla t some distance,    one doo t lengtood round talking aiculating. t t off anoter piece of    upon t. So t it upon o be on top of to stop and see ricks of Aengus tle? ed. t to t of    after a o stop and    for ts of    tales, again bade ake up    ill became to listen to suco stop and ory of e?breasted Deirdre, and o serve o    en longings in ts. So t to the hill.

        o top, took to dig a o stand it in, hemselves. I ask a favour before I die, says Cumhal.

        e    you no more delays, says t.

        I ask no more delays, for I old trutent.

        ould you, then, fess?

        By sun and moon, not I; I ask but to be let eat t. I carry food in my     taste of it unless I am en nowo days.

        You may eat, t, and uro he hole.

        took a loaf and some strips of cold fried ba out of    and laid tito t a tent from t? And t clamour, for tory of ty, and t er from the bogs.

        ened for a little, and, says , for I ravelled tattered doublet of particoloured clotorn pointed s oy full of noble raiment ling of tle tle?ed, and more full of ty of laugears te?breasted Deirdre, and more lovely ting dao t are lost in tito myself; but yet, because I am done    unto you.

        So rips of baong t il t scrap en. But mean uprig t, and trampled it level and    a tared on, sitting round t o go, for tting ctle ay, outcasts, yet a little s and t tcasts, so tones and mud at    t t of tly ted all at once upon o peck at o eat . Outcasts, urned against tcast?
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