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 Leaving the byway, And following swift the highway, Car and chariot met he, faring fast inland; "He's anchored, Soldier" shouted some: "God save thee, marching thy way, Th'lt front him on the strand!"

He slowed; he stopped; he paltered Awhile with self, and faltered, "Why courting misadventure shoreward roam? To Molly, surely! Seek the woods with her till times have altered; Charity favors home.

"Else, my denying He would come she'll read as lying— Think the Barrow-Beacon must have met my eyes— That my words were not unwareness, but deceit of her, while trying My life to jeopardize.