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antient masters waye did breede yem an 

 atmosphere of sweetnesse and joyaunce 

 yat was verily ye mother of theire great- 

 nesse. Shakespeare never could have writ- 

 ten had he been yforced to a type-writer, 

 neither could Spenser have sung had he 

 been compelled to spell ' faerie ' as ' fairy/ 

 Ye atmosphere which bred yem was bred 

 of ye quaintnesse of yr spelling." 



The soap-boiler was touched, for he 

 loved books. He pondered all these 

 things for long, and then he wrote to his 

 friend : 



"Verily mine eyen are oped. I have 

 seen a greate lichte and have a newe 

 hearte withinne me. Odzooks! I have 

 lost much time, pardee, but I will this at- 

 mosphere of quaintnesse in mine owne 

 kingdomme, for I have charged mine hire- 

 lings that they call me * ye master.' Be- 



