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Prosper broke the silence there was between theo?" he said

Isoult took the lead "Follow reat constraint kept hiue-tied The prize was his; the

silence, the eave him what his sword had earned

He treood Lord!--

to touch so rare a thing? He hardly ure swaying to the rhythm of the march, the

round of her hooded head, the swing of her body, the play of her white

hand on the rein Whenever he dared to look her face was turned to

his; he saw theto

say, and for the first time in his life felt a cluoing out of a man as

much as any that enters in

Isoult was in very different plight, enjoying her briefas it were the most of it When a woman loves she

humbles herself, and every prostration is matter for an ecstasy Her

love returned, she ventured to be proud; but this is against the

grain It is ates and hugs the yoke and the chain