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CHAPTER XVI.
Approach the chamber, look upon his bed.
His is the passing of no peaceful ghost,
Which, as the lark arises to the sky,
Mid morning's sweetest breeze and softest dew,
Is wing'd to heaven by good mens' sighs and tears!—
Anselm parts otherwise.
Old Play.
During the interval of quiet which followed
the first success of the besiegers, while the one
party was preparing to follow their advantage,
and the other to strengthen their means of defence, the Templar and De Bracy held brief
council together in the hall of the castle.
"Where is Front-de-Bœuf?" said the latter, who had superintended the defence of the fortress on the other side; "men say he hath been slain."
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