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I pray you then my fair dove, that you will
vouchsafe to me one of those doeskin gloves, that I may wear it
as the badge of her whose servant I shall ever be."
"Alack and alas for the fairest and sweetest!" she cried. "Fair
and sweet I would fain be for your dear sake, my lord, but old I
am and ugly, and the knights would laugh should you lay lance in
rest in such a cause."
"Edricson," quoth Sir Nigel, "you have young eyes, and mine are
somewhat bedimmed. Should you chance to see a knight laugh, or
smile, or even, look you, arch his brows, or purse his mouth, or
in any way show surprise that I should uphold the Lady Mary, you
will take particular note of his name, his coat-armor, and his
lodging. Your glove, my life's desire!"
The Lady Mary Loring slipped her hand from her yellow leather
gauntlet, and he, lifting it with dainty reverence, bound it to
the front of his velvet cap.
"It is with mine other guardian angels," quoth he, pointing at
the saints' medals which hung beside it. "And now, my dearest,
you have come far enow.


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