Copy 1, Volume 2

Popular tales and romances of the Northern nations.

Date:
1823
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: Popular tales and romances of the Northern nations. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    laid them folded upon his breast. Matilda, wept and prayed incoherently, she tore her golden bracelets from her arms, and threw them to the abbot; saying, “ Buy masses for the warden’s soul.” The abbot, at last recovered; but started when he saw Matilda, hid his face in his sca- pulary and groaned—“ Woe, woe to me !” “ Abbot,” said Sir Philip, “ look up and be composed.” Abbot. Composed in his presence who murdered my friend; and a maiden there, who must curse me ? Matilda. Sir Abbot, I forgive you. The warden led you astray. Abbot. Heavenly mildness ! thus to forgive me. Philip. Sir Abbot, can you listen com¬ posedly to what 1 have to say. Abbot. I can if you remove this corpse, the distorted features of which, even now seem to advise me to dissemble. Sir Philip dragged the body into the re¬ motest corner of the hut, and returning, said to