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THE SUFFOLK MIRACLE
XVIII
Her father he did tell, and then
He stared like an affrighted man:
Down stairs he ran, and when he see her,
Cried out, ' My child, how cam'st thou here ?'
XIX
' Pray, sir, did you not send for me By such a messenger ?' said she: Which made his hair stand on his head, As knowing well that he was dead.
XX
'Where is he ?' then to her he said.— ' He's in the stable,' quoth the maid.— ' Go in,' said he, ' and go to bed; I'll see the horse well littered.'
XXI
He stared about, and there could he No shape of any mankind see, But found his horse all on a sweat; Which made him in a deadly fret.
XXII
His daughter he said nothing to, Nor no-one else (though well they knew That he was dead a month before), For fear of grieving her full sore.
XXIII
Her father to his father went Who was deceased, with full intent To tell him what his daughter said ; So both came back unto this maid.
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