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Well, have thy way; only peck not my fingers, Master Robin, or I will have thee flogged through the Tything at the cart-tail, as was done to a certain pieman, whose history I will now relate.
"Once upon a time, when Sister Mary Antony was young, and fair to look upon--Nay, wink not thy naughty eye----" At that moment came the sound of a key turning slowly in the lock of the door at the bottom of the steps leading from the crypt to the cloister..