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But the old man
picked out his milch-goats from the flock (whereof was the white),
and drave them before him, while the two babes went on still beside
Birdalone, the little carle holding her hand and playing with the
fingers thereof; the maiden sometimes hanging on to her gown,
sometimes going loose and sporting about beside her.
So came they to where the ground became smoother, and there was a
fair piece of greensward in a nook made by those great walls and
towers, which sheltered it from the north. The said walls seemed to
be the remnant of what had once been a great house and castle; and up
aloft, where was now no stair to come at them, were chimneys and
hearths here and there, and windows with fair seats in them, and
arched doors and carven pillars, and many things beautiful, but now
was all ruined and broken, and the house was roofless and floorless:
withal it was overgrown with ash-trees and quicken-beam, and other
berry-trees and key-trees, which had many years ago seeded in the
rent walls, and now grew there great and flourishing.


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