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"Oh, irl as he slipt the chain over

her He did not seem to hear her, but snatched her up in his arms as

if she had been a doll and set her on his horse He swung hi himself out of it, reined up

short and turned The three one the Deacon (who got a mitre for it) solemnly laid the fallen

host between his lord's lips The act, at once pious and sensible,

brought up the congregation froain At such times

routine is the only saving thing

Once free of the Abbey precincts the three horseed one of them fell back to keep watch over the

river Galors went forith one in his company on to the heath,

dropped hi, and rode on

still His third e of Martle Brush

Never a word had he spoken since his great "Entra per h to tell his prize, that whatever

her chains had been before, the sword-stroke had riveted them closer

There had been no chain like hiscould be done Indeed she was as yet paralyzed; for ork

as had been done in her sight, this was savagery undreaht of Prosper Even Prosper, her lord,

could not stand before such a force as this As for good Saint