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VII.

But Marmion, as to chase the awe Which thus had quelled their hearts, who saw The ever-varying firelight show That figure stern and face of woe, Now called upon a squire: “Fitz-Eustace, know’st thou not some lay, To speed the lingering night away? We slumber by the fire.”