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Thereupon, behold you, a damsel running, her kirtle girt high about her, right through the grave-yard a great pace. "Take heed you move not until such time as it is known who the knight is!" She is come to the chapel. "Sir Knight, lay down the sword and this that you have taken of the windingsheet of the dead knight!" "Damsel," saith Lancelot, "What hurt doth it you of this that I have?"
PRIVATE CARR: I'll do him in. Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger. CISSY CAFFREY: They're going to fight. For me! CUNTY KATE: The brave and the fair. The gules doublet and merry saint George for me! STEPHEN: The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet. Are you struck dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman, sacred lifegiver!
I have seen it coming these years. As sure as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Old England is dying. He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again. Dying, he said again, if not dead by now. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's windingsheet.
Slop about in slipperslappers for fear he'd wake. Then getting it ready. Laying it out. Molly and Mrs Fleming making the bed. Pull it more to your side. Our windingsheet. Never know who will touch you dead. Wash and shampoo. I believe they clip the nails and the hair. Keep a bit in an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean job. All waited. Nothing was said. Stowing in the wreaths probably.
He taketh the sword that lay at his side and lifteth the windingsheet to rend it at the seam, then taketh the knight by the head to lift him upward, and findeth him so heavy and so ungain that scarce may he remove him. He cutteth off the half of the cloth wherein he is enshrouded, and the coffin beginneth to make a crashing so passing loud that it seemed the chapel were falling.
"Ha, Sir Knight, now see I plainly that you slew him that I am wrapping in his windingsheet!" Thereupon, behold you, two knights that are carrying other two knights dead. They alight and then set them in the chapel. And the dwarf crieth out to them: "Now shall it be seen how you avenge your friends of the enemy that fell upon you!"
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