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In these delicate times of crisis Isoult found an advocate, a

recorder, if you will be ruled by h March had reached that pretty stage of

inti silences are an embarrassment, and embarrassments

compact equally of pleasure and pain As far as the lady was concerned

the pleasure predominated; the pain was reduced to sweet confusion,

the air made tremulous with promise I do not say that for Prosper the

relationship did ood

deal Say the Countess was a fire and High March an ars and drowse Poor Isoult was

the wailing wind in the chimney--a sound which could but add to his

co It needs more than a whimper to tempt a man to

be cold in your company The recorder was ti in the fields beyond the forest,

and the sport had been bad They had, in fact, their birds jessed and

hooded and were turning for houll he thought--flying low He sprang his tercel-gentle;

the same moment the Countess saw the quarry and flew hers Both hawks

found at first cast; the white bird fleards the falconers,

circling the field in which they stood, with its ene still round them and round,

till at last it was so near and so low as almost to be in reach of