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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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