If it had been a purse of silver

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its scabbard.
He saddled the very palfrey that had brought the little Duchess to the castle--the palfrey he had patted as he
had led itthus winning a smile from her. And he couldn't help thinking that she remembered it tooand knew
that he would do anything in the world for her. But when he began to saddle his own nag ("of Berold's
begetting")--not meaning to be obtrusive--she stopped him by a finger's liftingand a small shake of the head.
. . . Wellhe lifted her on the palfrey and set the Gipsy behind her--and thenin a broken voicehe murmured
that he was ready whenever God should please that she needed him. . . . And she looked down
With a looka look that placed a crown on me
and felt in her bosom and dropped into his hand . . . not a purse ’ said
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worse
) he would have gone homekissed Jacynthand soberly drowned himself--but it was not a purse; it
was a little plait of hairsuch as friends make for each other in a convent:
Thisseewhich at my breast I wear
Ever did (rather to Jacynth's grudgment)
And ever shalltill the Day of Judgment.
And then--and then--to cut short--this is idle
These are feelings it is not good to foster.
I pushed the gate wide