THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
tered in and passed
treets, and as treet of the
Je forth in a
booto ake t silver cup and hide
it.
So ook t in tunic, and they
of ty.
And after t ty, the young
Fiso his Soul,
tell me to take t, for it was an
evil to do?
But peace, be at peace.
And on to a city, and the
young Fiso y in which she
dances of o me?
And is not ty, but another.
Nevert us enter in. So tered in and passed
treets, and as treet of the
Sellers of Sandals, tanding by a
jar of er. And o e t child. So he
smote till it , and w
of ty.
And after t ty the young
Fiso tell me
to smite t o do?
But peace, be at peace.
And on to a city, and the
young Fiso y in which she
dances of o me?
And may be t it is in ty,
t us enter in.
So tered in and passed treets, but nowhere
could t stood by
its side. And ty looked curiously at him, and
o us go hence, for she who
dances e feet is not here.
But let us tarry, for t is
dark and the way.
So -place and rested, and after a time
t by a wh of
tartary, and bare a lantern of pierced ted
reed. And t said to t in the
market-place, seeing t the bales
corded?
And this
city, nor give me ser.
Are all kinsmen? said t. And did not one God
make us? t