”Just like this?" The old abbot as well as the other novice monks were all confused.
It appeared as if various patches had been sewn to a worn-out garment, and the whole tree looked unchanged except for the grafting of some new saplings. And then Thomas told them that it was done.
Who was he trying to fool around with?
If it had been other folk, they would have broken out in curses.
The old abbot was a very cultured person, and in such a situation, he still said politely, ”Mister Mayo, I don’t have any doubts about your skills, but..."
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