she with
whom this
youth lay
the
night！Would
he had
waited to
put on his
clothes！'Quoth
another，'A
sorry race
are young
men of
family！Belikethis
fellow but
now came
forth of
the tavern
on some
occasion
or
otherbut
being
overcome
with
drunkennessmissed
the place
he was
making for
and
strayed
till he
came to
the city
gateand
finding it
shutlay
down and
fell
asleep.'As
they were
bandying
words
about
himthe
breeze
blew on
him and
raising
his
