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Why, prithee, nuncle, my knavery is exposed for all to see, and I shall no doubt be in lipsbury-pinfold forthwith. Good Sir Nicholas was, of course, referring to the blind minstrel, whose abilities seem almost not of this earth, a perception only enhanced by his difference from the timorous gait of so many blind fellows. Why, one might think him some sort of DEVIL. And a DARING DEVIL to boot, God wot.
So who do you reckon this leaping minstrel bloke is, then? I reckon it's Batroc the Leaper, but blind and not French. There goes my Epic pitch. |
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