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With the other pages she waited behind her master's chair at supper

He still sat at the Countess's right hand as the principal guest

(evidently) in her esteeree Isoult had prepared

herself for as to come as best she could She had expounded, as

you have been told, her sie;

but it is doubtful if she had kno much like a cow beset by flies

in a dry pasture a lover esture

was a prick Their talk of things which had happened to them

counselled her to despair When the Countess leaned to Prosper's chair

shethis could be borne; but when by chance her hand

touched on his arm, to rest there for a irl, in the ical by instinct and humble by

conviction, could ever be Then ca

her last hand from the rock and let her fall Fear ca foe, out of the Countess's unconscious eyes

Isoult had nothing to hope for that she had not already: she knew that

now she was blessed beyond all women born; she loved, she was near her

beloved; but her heart was crying out at the cold and the dark There

was love in the Countess's looks; Isoult could not doubt it And

Prosper did not take it amiss Here it was that Isoult was blind, for

Prosper had no notions whatever about the Countess's looks

He was in very high spirits that supper He liked Isoult to be by hiain, liked it for her sake as well as for the sake of the escapade

He had watched her a good deal during the day, and found her worth