
"Furlo Stump the cellar-keeper poured himself a beaker of October Ale. 'Be you not careful, marm, an' Martin'll sit on yore knee agin an' scoff all that bread'n'cheese, I'll wager!' he chortled.
"Rolle put aside a platter which had contained chestnut and blackberry flan and banged the tabletop with a soup ladle. 'Come on, you young 'uns, how's about a bit of song and dance for your poor elders before we fall asleep from boredom!' "
And yes, I did type that from the book I am currently reading...
Yours, etc.
K
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