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ry or not, but summoning all the finesse of which she was mistress she made herself as agreeable as she could, relating stories and i

nor was large and roomy, surrounded by such a high wall that none, unless he were endowed with the wings of a bird, could scale its

ed to see sentinels everywhere. Her spirit sank a little and her heart qua

she comes not to the garden? But courage! Poor lady! I marvel not that she doth wish to gain her liberty. Methinks I should die wer

upon her thoughts. "'Tis there that I have of

rd her through

rs and windows as they do at night. The walls only

r not, go