in a sack and went to bed, enchanted to have beaten Mynheer van Belzébuth.
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Two years after the wheelwright of Coq received a visit which he little expected. An old man, tall, thin and yellow, came into the workshop carrying a scythe on his shoulder.
"Are you bringing me your scythe to haft anew, master?"
"No, faith, my scythe is never unhafted."
"Then how can I serve you?"
"By following me: your hour is come."
"The devil," said the great golfer, "could you not wait a little till I have finished this wheel?"
"Be it so! I have done hard work today and I have well earned a smoke."
"In that case, master, sit down there on the causeuse. I have at your service some famous tobacco at seven petards the pound."
"That's good, faith; make haste."
And Death lit his pipe and seated himself at the door on the elm trunk.
Laughing in his sleeve, the wheelwright of Coq returned to his work. At the end of a quarter of an hour Death called to him:
"Ho! faith, will you soon have finished?"
The wheelwright turned a deaf ear and went on planing, singing:
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