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"
I
uncanonical
!
"
answered
the
hermit
;
"
I
scorn
the
charge
--
I
scorn
it
with
my
heels
!
--
I
serve
the
duty
of
my
chapel
duly
and
truly
--
Two
masses
daily
,
morning
and
evening
,
primes
,
noons
,
and
vespers
,
aves
,
credos
,
paters
--
"
"
Excepting
moonlight
nights
,
when
the
venison
is
in
season
,
"
said
his
guest
.
"
Exceptis
excipiendis
"
replied
the
hermit
,
"
as
our
old
abbot
taught
me
to
say
,
when
impertinent
laymen
should
ask
me
if
I
kept
every
punctilio
of
mine
order
.
"
"
True
,
holy
father
,
"
said
the
knight
;
"
but
the
devil
is
apt
to
keep
an
eye
on
such
exceptions
;
he
goes
about
,
thou
knowest
,
like
a
roaring
lion
.
"
"
Let
him
roar
here
if
he
dares
,
"
said
the
friar
;
"
a
touch
of
my
cord
will
make
him
roar
as
loud
as
the
tongs
of
St
Dunstan
himself
did
.
I
never
feared
man
,
and
I
as
little
fear
the
devil
and
his
imps
.
Saint
Dunstan
,
Saint
Dubric
,
Saint
Winibald
,
Saint
Winifred
,
Saint
Swibert
,
Saint
Willick
,
not
forgetting
Saint
Thomas
a
Kent
,
and
my
own
poor
merits
to
speed
,
I
defy
every
devil
of
them
,
come
cut
and
long
tail
.
--
But
to
let
you
into
a
secret
,
I
never
speak
upon
such
subjects
,
my
friend
,
until
after
morning
vespers
.
"
He
changed
the
conversation
;
fast
and
furious
grew
the
mirth
of
the
parties
,
and
many
a
song
was
exchanged
betwixt
them
,
when
their
revels
were
interrupted
by
a
loud
knocking
at
the
door
of
the
hermitage
The
occasion
of
this
interruption
we
can
only
explain
by
resuming
the
adventures
of
another
set
of
our
characters
;
for
,
like
old
Ariosto
,
we
do
not
pique
ourselves
upon
continuing
uniformly
to
keep
company
with
any
one
personage
of
our
drama
.
Away
!
our
journey
lies
through
dell
and
dingle
,
Where
the
blithe
fawn
trips
by
its
timid
mother
,
Where
the
broad
oak
,
with
intercepting
boughs
,
