Deato   thy hand?

    I  is t to

    thee?

    Give me one of to plant in my garden; only

    one of them, and I will go away.

    I  give thing, said Avarice, and she hid her hand

    in t.

    And Deatook a cup, and dipped it into a pool of

    er, and out of t

    multitude, and a t followed her,

    and ter-snakes ran by her side.

    And itude was dead she

    beat  and .  S her barren bosom, and cried

    aloud.  t slain a ts, s

    tains of tartary, and the kings

    of eaco the black

    ox, and are marco battle.  ten upon their

    s on ts of iron.

    is my valley to t t tarry in it?  Get

    thee gone, and come here no more.

    Nay, ans till t given me a grain of corn

    I  go.

    But Avarice s eet

    give ttered.

    And Deatook up a black stone, and t into the

    forest, and out of a t of wild hemlock came Fever in a robe

    of flame.  Situde, and touchem, and

    eac souch her

    feet as she walked.

    And Avarice s as

    cruel, s cruel.  the walled

    cities of India, and terns of Samarcand here

    is famine in ties of Egypt, and ts have come

    up from t.  t overflos banks, and the

    priests  to those who

    need ts.

    Nay, ans till t given me a grain of corn

    I  go.

    I  give thing, said Avarice.

    And Deatled through his fingers, and a

    ten upon her

    foreures wheeled round her.  She

    covered t alive.