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"True, true, old friend," said Sir Hugh; "and ill bear our trials

manfully--we have lost but a wolet of glossy hair,--"see this lock! I tell thee,

Edood even, as

she ont, she hung about my neck, and fondled me more than usual;

and I, like an old fool, held her by this lock, until she took her

scissors, severed it, and left it in my hand--as all I was ever to see

what a cos itive at that

cruel h interrupted

him

"I knohat you would say, Master Curate,--After all, it is but a lock

of woman's tresses; and by woman, shame, and sin, and death came into

an innocent world--And learned Master Mus of their inferiority"

"C'EST L'HOMME," said Master Mumblazen, "QUI SE BAST, ET QUI CONSEILLE"

"True," said Sir Hugh, "and ill bear us, therefore, like men who

have both mettle and wisdom in us--Tressilian, thou art as welcoht better news But we have spoken too long

dry-lipped--Amy, fill a cup of wine to Ed that he called upon her who could not hear,

he shook his head, and said to the clergyrief is to my

bewildered mind what the church of Lidcote is to our park: wethe briers and thickets for a little space, but frorey steeple and the grave of my

forefathers I would I were to travel that road to the exhausted old th prevailed Tressilian reth sunk down on him, and then

returned to consult with the curate what steps should be adopted in