son of t a beggar, and ugly, and in rags.

    t t me see thy foul face no more.

    Nay, but t indeed my little son, whe

    forest, s her

    arms to ole t to

    die, s I recognised the

    signs also issue and the

    amber che

    wh me, my

    son, for I hy love.

    But tar-Cirred not from  s the doors

    of  against he

    sound of the woman weeping for pain.

    And at last o ter.

    If in very trut my mot ter

    tayed a come o bring me to shame,

    seeing t I t I ar, and not a

    beggars cellest me t I am.  t thee

    me see thee no more.

    Alas! my son, s t kiss me before I go?  For

    I o find thee.

    Nay, said tar-C t too foul to look at, and

    ratoad thee.

    So t ao t weeping

    bitterly, and war-C she had gone, he was

    glad, and ran back to es t  play hem.

    But whey mocked him and said, hy,

    t as foul as toad, and as loat

    t suffer to play hey

    drave  of the garden.

    And tar-Co  is t

    to me?  I o ter and look into it,

    and it sell me of my beauty.

    So  to ter and looked into it, and lo! his

    face oad, and his body was sealed like an

    adder.  And , and said

    to his has come upon me by reason of my sin.  For

    I her, and driven her away, and been proud, and

    cruel to he whole

    till I have found her.

    And to tle daugter, and

    s  dot matter

    if t lost tay

    mock at the