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 Ever, evermore the while in. a slow silence she kept smiling,— While the shining tears ran faster down the blushing of her cheeks; Then with both her hands enfolding both of his, she softly told him, "Bertram, if I say I love thee, 'tis the vision only speaks."

Softened, quickened to adore her, on his knee he fell before her — And she whispered low in triumph—"It shall be as I have sworn! Very rich he is in virtues,—very noble—noble, certes; And I shall not blush in knowing, that men call him lowly born!"