In Praise of Lady Margery Kyteler, Chapter 5

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌⁠So that when she met him she did not recognize him at first, nor for many days afterward. On his face were puzzlement and a frown. A clean-cut, red-headed man, he was standing in the road on a frosty November morning, when she was out walking a brace of foxhound puppies. The puppies seemed delighted at the sight of him, all but tearing the leash from her hand.

"Could you tell me," he asked, "where