window, as though he gasped for air. “Hullo, North! what’s

To learn black magic, and to hate his kind

window, as though he gasped for air. “Hullo, North! what’s

With such a hate, that when he died, his soul

window, as though he gasped for air. “Hullo, North! what’s

Became a Fiend, which, as the man in life

window, as though he gasped for air. “Hullo, North! what’s

Was wounded by blind tongues he saw not whence,

Strikes from behind. This woodman showed the cave

From which he sallies, and wherein he dwelt.

We saw the hoof-print of a horse, no more.'

Then Arthur, 'Let who goes before me, see

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