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"Stoop, madas you have endured have plunged you to the very deeps, have stripped you of your manhood And yet--yours is no murderer's face even when you scowl and clench your fist! 'Twas so you looked when you fought that rough boy on ht-errant and I was Princess Daot--you that were so ready to fight on my behalf--in this desolation there is none youonly--Martin Conisby!"

Now here she turned, her face hid froreat boat-cloak, and spake nodown at herfist relax, felt er cower before her trust and fearlessness And so, leaning across the tiller, I stared away into the raging dark; and now it seeroping blindly there, hungered for the light

So all night long we drove before the tehty seas that roared past us in the dark like raging giants And all night long she lay, her head pillowed at , wind-tossed hair within touch of my hand