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That night I lay in a dank and gloomy cell of the prison of Toulouse, with never a hope to bear coe was in ht of my position, for it had not needed Castelroux's reco false hopes upon his chances of finding Rodenard and my followers in time to save me Sohts of Roxalanne Out of the glooirl face and staentle pity, of infinite sorrow forme to this

That she loved me I was assured, and I swore that if I lived I would win her yet, in spite of every obstacle that I