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Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience, That neither by hir wordes ne hir face Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence, Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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