t of meg in color and a turd in color, tertrimmed  on  of doublet of silver brocade slas and slas  tons, ttons being one dozen of ivory, one dozen of silk, one dozen of silk and  in gold. Next t on  cloak made of uns pear-colored inside and outside embroidered at top and doless in number and tons, altogetoning, in  a tree, I incimes  to ts ible. ted around  a girdle of russet gold ing o ongue ters long. As t s massy goldsmitin and out again, I could not believe ten t Fat nodded once at ongue from its scabbard, and pronounced o riddle.

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    t is a tall tale, said t believe it ever happened.

    No tale ever ell it, said t t.

    is the moral?

    Murderinging, thomas said.

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    I mentioned no names, said thomas.

    aring at t buckle.

    Very iced before.

    t buckle was silver. Six incwo.

    t buckle.

    Gift of tizens, many Fatuous offerings, on t Fathers Day.

    May I try it on? thomas asked.

    You  to try on my belt?

    Yes Id like to try it on if you dont mind.

    You may certainly tr