袋鼠小说

THE CANONS YEOMANS TALE（第1页）

theprologue

whenendedwasthelifeofsaintcecile，

erewehadriddenfullyfivemile，

aman，thatclothedwasinclothesblack，

andunderneathheworeawhitesurplice。

hishackenay，*whichwasallpomely-gris，***nag**dapple-gray

sosweated，thatitwonderwastosee;

itseemdashehadpricked*milesthree。*spurred

thehorseekethathisyeomanrodeupon

sosweated，thatunhes*mighthegon。***hardly**go

aboutthepeytrel

stoodthefoamfullhigh;

hewasoffoam，as*fleckedasapie。**spottedlikeamagpie*

amailetwyfold

onhiscrupperlay;

itseemedthathecarriedlittlearray;

alllightforsummerrodethisworthyman。

andinmyhearttowonderibegan

whatthathewas，tillthatiunderstood

howthathiscloakwassewedtohishood;

forwhich，whenihadlongadvised*me，*considered

ideemedhimsomecanonfortobe。

hishat混♂gathisbackdownbyalace，**cord

forhehadriddenrethantrotorpace;

hehaddeprickedlikeashewerewood。**mad

aclote-leaf*hehadlaidunderhishood，*burdock-leaf

forsweat，andfortokeephisheadfromheat。

butitwasjoyefortoseehimsweat;

hisforeheaddroppedasastillatory**still

werefullofplantainorofparitory。**wallflowe

andwhenthathewase，hegantocry，