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THE STORY OF ROBIN HOOD
It was early morning when he reached it at last, and listened thirstily to the notes of singing birds, great and small.
‘It seems long since I was here,’ he said to himself; ‘it would give me great joy if I could bring down a deer once more’; and he shot a great hart, and blew his horn, and all the outlaws of the forest came flocking round him. ‘Welcome,’ they said, ‘our dear master, back to the greenwood tree,’ and they threw off their caps and fell on their knees before him in delight at his return.
