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in a sun-ray--the world, a speck hanging in space All things

vanish and pass utterly away save only True-love, and that

abideth everlastingly; 'tis sweeter than Life, and stronger than

Death, and reacheth up beyond the stars; and thus it is I pray

you tell me--where is she?"

"She?"

"She whom ye love?"

"I love no woman," said I

"Liar!" cried he, in a terrible voice, and the voice was the

voice of Black George

"And who are you that says so?" I demanded, and stood upon my

feet

"Look--behold and know thyself, O Blind anddown, he raised his visor so that the ht fell

upon his face, and the face I looked upon was azed, he lifted up his voice, and cried: "Ye Spirits of the Wood, I charge ye--who is he that rideth in

the green, drea forth his

love everlastingly, Spirits of the Wood, I charge ye?"

And out of the gloo bud, came a little voice that rose and blended in a soft,

hushed chorus, crying: "Peter Vibart--Peter Vibart!"