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again he drew out a head from the bag and cast it on the board; and so with the third in due course. Now, said he, the bag is empty, and deemest thou, grandsire, that I have bought me off my beating? And thou, grandame, I pray thee, give me my meat, for I am anhungered. So now they had nought but praises and caresses for him, and they made as it were a new feast of that November day, and were as merry as if they were feasting the best days of Yule.
