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"I aht, the roses pressed to her bosoh "My o I was the King's ward While the Queen lived she kepttoo was kind,--would haveto him, and would talk to me about witchcraft and the Scriptures, and how rebellion to a king is rebellion to God When I was sixteen, and he tendered entle to take the value of ood to me then that the Scotch lord ed elsewhere, and I danced at the wedding with a ood lord Then, one black day,looked at hiha's will To do this new favorite pleasure he forgot his ancient kindness of heart; yea, and he made the law of no account I was his kinswoive ive it to my Lord Carnal"

She broke off, and turned her face from me toward the slant sunshine without theThus far she had spoken quietly, with a certain proud patience of voice and bearing; but as she stood there in a silence which I did not break, the ht the crier to her eyes Suddenly she burst forth passionately: "The King is the King! What is a subject's will to clash with his? What weighs a woainst his whirew cold at the touch of that other hand in which he would have put it What e? It was but the will of a girl, and ; I, who stood alone, was but a woered ht my battle, to help me in that strait, to show me a better path than that I took With all ht, I hate that ht here to-day! You knohat I did to escape theland in the dress of inia in that guise I let myself be put up, appraised, cried for sale, in that meadow yonder, as if I had been indeed the piece of merchandise I professed ulled and cheated I let hiive me his name I shelter myself now behind his name I have foisted on him my quarrel I have--Oh, despise me, if you will! You cannot despise me more than I despise myself!"