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146 :Or anguish in her hart, is hard to tell;
 * Upon her arme a silver anchor lay,
 * Whereon she leaned ever, as befell;
 * And ever up to Heaven, as she did pray,

Her stedfast eyes were bent, ne swarved other way."

It seems as if they and Una had been friends even from her very childhood—that she had often visited before that

for, soon as they recognise one another,

And then, "at Una's meek request," they turn themselves to the Knight—

Fidelia and Speranza heard him speak—but of "nobler gests" than of mortal prowess, he was about to hear in the house of Holiness.