培根修道士和黄铜头像（4）
but he could not keep aently back in his chair, and again. over and over this happened, until at last it lacked but three hours of midnight.
“i can hold out no longer,” he sighed.“ah, if only friar bungay could come!”
then a neht came into his mind. he rang a bell, and in a fe a heavy cudgel.
“miles,” said the friar, “reat favor tonight?”
“i that i can, master,” ans his eyes， “but i can neither fly nor s ht to flash from the image’s eyes.
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