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d the shrine, I observed Rufus, the huntsman, slink into the adjoining wood.' 'Hah! he is my father's mo

t in the dark, too,' o

dle,' said the Lady Imogene; 'though he

thought

no friend but you, and y

ut knight, lady, and

, little Theodore, and a kind one. O holy Virgin. I p

ght I ever set eyes upon,' said The

ire, too, little Theod

r a sword instead of a scarf! Shall

hou wilt make a v

himont; as tall as a lance, and as stron

e,' said the Lady Imogene. 'Wh

d Theodore, passing his small pa

mogene, laughing; 'why, I may as

ve Lord Branchimont

esponded