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He tried again to take her, tried to twist
 Her arms about him.  Truly, she had said
Nothing should ever part them.  In a mist
 She pushed him from her, clasped her aching head
In both her hands, and rocked and sobbed aloud.
 “Oh!  Where is Everard?  What does this mean?
    So lately come to leave me thus alone!”
 But Gervase had not seen
Sir Everard.  Then, gently, to her bowed
And sickening spirit, he told of her proud
    Surrender to him.  He could hear her moan.