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ei weore ? er, wolde ? ei not blin,--
with hem a god gret frape. 390
? en com a knaue sone a-nan,
& seide to sire Eufemian,
'go we, sire, i rede,
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And loke, sire, at oure pilgrime,
? at ? e han fed in long tyme,
wher he beo quik or dede. 396
'? if he be ded ? at was so meke,
he is ? at mon ? at ? ei seke,
i wot, with-outen drede. 399
He was a mon of holy lif,
of him com nei? er cheste ne strif,
ne vuel word ne dede.
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Whon Eufemian hedde ? is herd,
he ron to loke hou Alix ferd,
in-to his hous ful ri? t. 405
He fond him ded whon he com ? are,
his visage ? er hit lay al bare,
as sonne hit schined bri? t. 408
In his hond he heold a skrit,
Eufemian sturte him for? as tit,
to wite what was ? er-Inne. 411
Bote with non scunes ginne
of ? e hond ? at hit was Inne
mi? te he hit not out winne.
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? Whon he mihte no betere spede,
to ?