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Portrait of William Morris William Morris The Sundering Flood — Osberne sorrows for the Loss of Elfhild (1898)

But when the night was yet dark and no sign of dawn in the sky, and, might he have seen it, the south-west wind was driving the rack low adown along the earth, he rose up slowly and gat his bow and arrows into his hands, and weakly and stiffly, like a man who hath been long sick, he fell to going along the river-side toward Wethermel, and his feet knew the way though his eyes might see it not.
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Portrait of William Morris William Morris The Sundering Flood — Osberne sorrows for the Loss of Elfhild (1898)

Wherefore, friends, we have won a great victory: God and his hallows keep us from any more such! And it seemed as if the goodman were weeping-ripe, whereof none marvelled. But Osberne spake, and the sound of his own voice seemed strange unto him: Tell me, goodman, have ye lost nought by the murder of men whenas the strong-thieves fell on some stead? Nay, said Wulfstan, the thieves have wasted no other stead save Longryggs, whereas, as I said, the folks escaped the murder, and this little house which is hard hereby of Hart Shaw Knolls.
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