The Laughter of Richard Ellis

'I stopped a fat pardoner riding a pace for Hollywood. Here is his purse,' Ellis counted the contents. 'Five score-shillings,' he grumbled. "'Fool,' he had more in his sandal, or stitched into his tippet.' Tom laid down upon the grass and fell instantly asleep,. like boa constrictors. But now there came a strange interruption. The tall chimney which over-topped the remainder of the ruins rose right above their hiding place. There came a whistle in the air, and then a resounding smack, and the fragments of a broken arrow fell about their ears!'

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