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8 And at midnight, the man was afraide, and caught holde: and beholde, a woman lay at his feete. 9 And he sayde: What art thou? She aunswered, I am Ruth thyne handmayde: Spreade the wing of thy garment ouer thyne handmayde, for thou art the kinsman. Ruth 3:8-9, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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