Beatrix of Clare by John Reed Scott
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chin--"though doubtless it would get tiresome in time."
"Let us enjoy the moment then," said he. "I was thinking of you when you came." "I regret, Sir Ralph, I may not be equally flattering." "So does Sir Ralph." "Though I will admit my thoughts were of a man." "He shall have my gage at sunrise." She shook her head. "They were not worth it--only idle curiosity concerning a new member of the Household I noticed in the Duke's chamber this afternoon." . . . She became interested in her cloak. "I do not now even recall his name," she added negligently. De Lacy smiled and looked at the stars. Presently she shot a quick glance up at him. "Did you not meet him at the evening meal, Sir Ralph?" "He was there--on the Duke's left," De Lacy answered carelessly. "And his name?" "De Lacy---Aymer de Lacy." |
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