“Naughtofthedamsel。”shesaid。“Butthereissomethingelse。
AsClementtoldme，thouseekesttheWellattheWorld’sEnd，andthroughUtternessandbyUtterbolisawaywherebyfolkseekthither。
Maystthoufindit，andmayitprofittheemorethanitdidmykinsmanofold，whofirstraisedupGoldburginthewilderness。
Whereasforhimwasnaughtbutstrifeandconfusion，tillhewasslaininaquarrel，whereintofailwastofail，andtowinthedaywastowinshameandmisery。”
Shelookedonhimsweetlyandsaid：“Thouartnowisesuchashe；