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812 THE STORY OF QUEEN ISABEL.
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Three years she kept her little " girl babe , unwelcome , yet beloved" and lived in neglected peacewhile England gradually
, , grew in strength , and prepared itself for the struggle of Itunnymeade . Even Hugh de Lusignan joins himself
To 4 Was Eng this land for , doing me ? ' service she "In thoug for peace ht the King then . hid her eyes
; In her babe ' s bosom , leaving there the thought . " KinJohnhoweverhad not forgotten his " cold vengeance ;
and one g day , when the hapless lady was working with her maids , the king entered unheralded , but accompanied with a train of
State : we cannot tell what he came to say other than in the author ' s own words .
46 The King seen than strod her e in . humility ! N _" o prouder . She thing rose on earth _Fov ~ due obeisanceand her cheek was stone
, And Whe lake n something slow his li fulfilment ps laug in his h'd of smile against a doom was it . . terrible The There child , he stood ,
A Slep hurried t near hand ; she stood and hid before it with it , and a scarf put back As 6 Madam if unconscious daug , . hter Smilin is g betroth still , he 'd spoke to , -day :
, your , The And Marcher got her for , Hug his h wife de Lusi , with gnan my , hath consent woo ; 'd her ,
To And train , as you his wive know s of he old hath , it demanded is his fashion her And she must go to , him across the seas . ,
Joy to his work , and patience ; he will be Will A sober you bridegroom not wish them when joy she ? ' She s fit sails to wed to- . night .
Suing She clung him about like a his god knees ; his silence and kiss seem 'd his 'd feet , This Like prostrate mercy to passion her—it of was her onl vain y triump despair h .
Was Upon what her anguish he soug . ht . When It is her not swoon good to was look past , Blind And To stagger past , wistful some faintl , hopeless week y throug s of ; fever ever h the , in she blank her rose heart of up life , ,
And A dumb in her reproach voice a , and in her of tears eyes . a loss , She ask'd , as once before secrecy , ' Was this for me T <
To And plead thoug against ht the it vengeance , even with hard herself , but . had not strength And still she sigh'd when other babes were like g hosts iven
And To love but movement not to joy scared . They her seem with 'd remembrance g , . She could every not love another like the first ,
Which open'd all the softness of her heart . " fai Sad thful and friend sombre , her were page the , now year grown s that in fo to llowed a kni ; g and ht , even and her faithful one
still , and claiming nothing but the leave to love , is taken from her ,,
812 The Story Of Queen Isabel.
812 THE STORY OF QUEEN ISABEL .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1863, page 312, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071863/page/24/
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