Morality Play

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'Herding goats is cold work, Nicholas was right, she would have worn a shawl or a hood.' And he smiled at me and nodded and we were friends again.'Perhaps he knew her from her dress,' Springer said.'That would argue that he knows her well,' Martin said. 'How well does he know her, the daughter of a poor weaver?''How well does she know him?' Stephen said.'Is that why she came down to the road?' Springer said. 'Not seeing the boy, but seeing the Monk?''There is woodland not far on the other side,' Stephen said. 'I went there to see. It would make a meeting-place.'I have said it before, we were possessed. We saw the danger as it came nearer but we could not draw back from this game of guessing, we could not pause from it. I too played my part, I said my lines as the prompter bade me. 'He was riding alone,' I said. 'There was no one with him.''If she came down to see the Monk,' Straw said, 'where then was the boy, where was Thomas Wells? Did he see them together?''We must learn more,' Martin said.
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