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But
come
,
thy
tale
--
begin
--
begin
.
...
But
I
have
griefs
of
other
kind
,
Troubles
and
sorrows
more
severe
;
Give
me
to
ease
my
tortured
mind
,
Lend
to
my
woes
a
patient
ear
;
And
let
me
,
if
I
may
not
find
A
friend
to
help
--
find
one
to
hear
.
Crabbe
's
Hall
of
Justice
When
Urfried
had
with
clamours
and
menaces
driven
Rebecca
back
to
the
apartment
from
which
she
had
sallied
,
she
proceeded
to
conduct
the
unwilling
Cedric
into
a
small
apartment
,
the
door
of
which
she
heedfully
secured
.
Then
fetching
from
a
cupboard
a
stoup
of
wine
and
two
flagons
,
she
placed
them
on
the
table
,
and
said
in
a
tone
rather
asserting
a
fact
than
asking
a
question
,
"
Thou
art
Saxon
,
father
--
Deny
it
not
,
"
she
continued
,
observing
that
Cedric
hastened
not
to
reply
;
"
the
sounds
of
my
native
language
are
sweet
to
mine
ears
,
though
seldom
heard
save
from
the
tongues
of
the
wretched
and
degraded
serfs
on
whom
the
proud
Normans
impose
the
meanest
drudgery
of
this
dwelling
.
Thou
art
a
Saxon
,
father
--
a
Saxon
,
and
,
save
as
thou
art
a
servant
of
God
,
a
freeman
.
--
Thine
accents
are
sweet
in
mine
ear
.
"
