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Gervase arose, and kissed her hand, then pointed
 Into the boat.  She shook her head, but he
Begged her to realize why, and with disjointed
 Words told her of what peril there might be
From listeners along the river bank.
 A push would take them out of earshot.  Ten
    Minutes was all he asked, then she should land,
 He go away again,
Forever this time.  Yet how could he thank
Her for so much compassion.  Here she sank
    Upon a thwart, and bid him quick unstrand