“I rememb’r the time bef”re: I wast the daught’r of the stablemast’r of our l’rd’s estate, a young wench w’rth less than mine broth’r, who wast already pledg’d a squire to one of the l’rd's knights. As f’r me, if’t be true I wast fortuned, mine own fate wouldst be to marrye a valorous sir and beare that gent children. But then I wast walking through the moors near the abbey in Ponyshire, and I tumbl’d in. I bethought I wast dead – naught valorous cometh of falling into a bog! But then I

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