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"Often after this they used to meet by a corner of the old park here he had o up and down by--for six ht a great, rough boy on her behalf, and when the boy had run away she bathed her champion's hurts in a little brook--bathed them with her scarf as thus I do yours At last she was sent away to a school and the years passed, but she never forgot the naot her quitebutyouyou rereat sob

"Aye, I remember now!" quoth I, hoarsely

"It is for the sake of this boy, Martin, so brave, so strong, yet so very gentle and kindly--for hieance--I beseech you to here renounce it--"

"Never!" I cried, clenching ht now be as other ht have come to love and win love--to have known the joy of life and its fulness! Howbeit he ue and outcast to the end"

"No!" she cried, "No! The wrong may be undone--must--shall be--wounds will heal and even scars will fade with time"

"Scars of the body, aye--belike!" said I, "But there be scars of the mind, wounds of the soul shall never heal--so shall eance sleep not nor die whiles I have life!"

Here for awhile she was silent again and I saw a tear fall sparkling

"And yet," said she at last and never stirring from her humble posture, "and yet I have faith in you still for, despite all your cruel wrongs and grievous suffering, you are so--young, headstrong and wilful and very desolate and forlorn Thus whiles I have life reatly do I pity--"

"Pity?" says I fiercely, "You iser to hate and see , laid one white hand upon ain your sweet and long-lost youth-- ain, "'Tis akin to love--so givemost natural 'twixt your blood and reat, calm eyes albeit their lashes ith tears, "Howme she must needs repeat them: "Poor wretched soul, thou'rt far--far beneath my hate"