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In witness whereof we have hereunto signed our names: Malin, head-

a little disconcerted, for the cause of this merriment.

clerk; Grevin, second-clerk; Athanase Feret, clerk; Jacques Heret,

a little disconcerted, for the cause of this merriment.

clerk; Regnault de Saint-Jean-d'Angely, clerk; Bedeau, youngest

a little disconcerted, for the cause of this merriment.

After the mass aforesaid was heard, we conveyed ourselves to

Courtille, where, at the common charge, we ordered a fine

breakfast; which did not end till seven o'clock the next morning.

This was marvellously well engrossed. An expert would have said that

it was written in the eighteenth century. Twenty-seven reports of

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