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my wings fprout for the third time, I will 

 wait until they are great enough for me to 

 fly without another fall." And mufmg thus, 

 he faw his wings put forth for the third 

 time : and waiting a goodly fpace, until 

 they fhould be very great, it feemed to him 

 as if in the firft and the fecond and the 

 third fprouting of his wings had paffed 

 away five hundred years or more. At lalt 

 he rofe for the third time, and winged his 

 flight with all his force, and flew high up to 

 that fame fpot whither the Angel had flown, 

 and knocking at the door of the Palace 

 wherein he was, the door-keeper afked him, 

 '* Who art thou, who art come hither ? " 

 He anfwered, " I am a Gray Friar." The 

 door-keeper faid, " Await my coming, for 

 I go to fummon Saint Francis, to fee if he 

 know thee or no." Going thence for Saint 

 Francis, he who was left behind fell to 

 confidering the marvellous walls of that 

 Palace; and lo, thofe walls were tranflucent, 

 and of fuch clearnefs that he did plainly fee 

 the choirs of Saints within and all thofe 

 things that they did. And ftanding thus 

 loft in wonder at this fight, lo ! Saint Fran- 

 cis came and Brother Bernard and Brother 

 Guy ; and after thefe fo great a multitude 



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