（散文、散文随笔、文学艺术）Child Christopher 精彩大结局 佚名 全文TXT下载 he

each unto

each, or

of the

whole folk

unto them

twain. To

no man did

Christopher

mete out

worse than

his

deserts,

nay, to

most far

better he

meted: no

man he

feared,

nor hated

any save

the

tormentors

of poor

folk; and

but a

little

while

abided his

hatred of

those, for

it cut

short

their

lives, so

that they

were

speedily

done with

and

forgotten.

And when

he died a

very old

man but

one year

after

Goldilind

his dear,

no king

that ever