Chapter 11 No.11

. . . Pray you, if you know,

Where in the purlieus of this forest stands

A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?

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The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream

Left on your right hand, brings you to the place.

But at this hour the house doth keep itself.

Years ago, when we were planning to build a certain modest littl