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5288	La Fontaine, Jean de	Tales and Novels of J. de La Fontaine — Volume 14			.txt	text/plain	3705	329	93	Said he, friend Hans, I know thou feel'st a sting; Let but this ring, howe'er, thy finger grace, NOT far from where the hermit's cell was placed, Said he, she'll do, and, if thou manag'st right, I'll show the way myself: your daughter place, Some time howe'er the females lay in dread; Now, mother, said the girl, I told you well; Come, let us hasten to the hermit's cell; Away then, cried the mother, let us go; The hypocrite howe'er the hermit played, mother, said the girl, 'tis my belief, BUT when the mother saw her daughter's case, He told the mother and her daughter fair, Howe'er, be careful, said the wily wight, If I've a worthy daughter made a nun, Young friars round the place were oft in view, Said, he should like nun's service to embrace, Thou'lt ev'ry way, my friend, their wishes suit. THE place, as was expected, soon he got;	./cache/5288.txt	./txt/5288.txt