Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, 2. ciltMacmillan and Company, 1894 A collection of stories written by Geoffrey Chaucer in the 14th century that follows a group of pilgrims who are traveling to the shrine of St. Thomas Becket in Canterbury and decide to tell each other stories to pass the time. |
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