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"If I do not hang thee, Isoult, wilt thou come with me to Saint Thom?"

"Yes, lord, I will come"

"Up with you then before me," said the Abbot, and stooped to lift her

Her hair fell back as she ung into the saddle "My lady,"

thought the Abbot, "it is clear you are no Amazon; but I should like

to knohat you wear round that fine little neck of yours"

He bided his ti he spurred his horse so that the beast plunged both his

riders forward The burden of the chain slipt its harbourage, and the

nextand locket in the palirl?" he asked

"My lord, it is e"

"Ah, is that it? Well, I will keep it until there is need"

Isoult began to cry at this, which cut her deeper than all the

severances she had known She could confess to the ring

"Don't cry, child," said the Abbot, omen's tears troubled;

"believe "

"Oh, ! What shall I do? It is all I have Oh, ot what satisfaction there was

froive

it back for all the tears in the world He was busy now exa the