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"Ay, ay!" said Badelon "And if you fail of your stroke I will not fail

of oes! I shall be

there!"

"You?"

"Ay, why not?" the old ht I know, and come to starve on crutches like old Claude Boiteux who

was at the taking of Milan and now begs in the passage under the

Chatelet"

"Bah, et a new lord!"

Badelon nodded "Ay, a new lord with neays!" he answered slowly and

thoughtfully "And I am tired They are of another sort, lords now,

than they hen I was young It was a word and a blow then Now I

a, your distance! You scent my lady!'

Then they rode, and hunted, and tilted year in and year out, and su Now they are curled, and paint

themselves, and lie in silk and toy with ladies--who shamed to be seen at

Court or board when I was a boy--and love better to hear the ive you old chain," Count Hannibal answered quietly,

"'twill keep you froot," the old

had fallen on his knees, and his eyes were fixed on the distance of his