The Albigenses, by the author of 'Bertram'. |
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... hall may take you over the lips for the license . " " What ! art thou there still , mad knight ? " quoth the bishop with a smile ; " still for the placket and coif ? — marry , other pursuit would better befit thy years , and thy vow of ...
... hall may take you over the lips for the license . " " What ! art thou there still , mad knight ? " quoth the bishop with a smile ; " still for the placket and coif ? — marry , other pursuit would better befit thy years , and thy vow of ...
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... of harbourage for the night ? " " That I had rather kneel to receive the bishop's lance in my bosom at the gates of Normoutier , than his benison in the halls of Courtenaye , " said the youth , with an emotion 52 THE ALBIGENSES .
... of harbourage for the night ? " " That I had rather kneel to receive the bishop's lance in my bosom at the gates of Normoutier , than his benison in the halls of Courtenaye , " said the youth , with an emotion 52 THE ALBIGENSES .
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... hall . It seemed dim at first , but the attendants crowding in fast with their torches , and arranging themselves behind the guests , as they seated themselves , soon made the space which they encircled as bright as noon , while the ...
... hall . It seemed dim at first , but the attendants crowding in fast with their torches , and arranging themselves behind the guests , as they seated themselves , soon made the space which they encircled as bright as noon , while the ...
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... hall , and was raised about three feet above the level of the paved floor ; but all the tables were heaped with the same profusion of game , fowls , and fish , ( not cold , like the relics of a feast , but all smoking , and all of them ...
... hall , and was raised about three feet above the level of the paved floor ; but all the tables were heaped with the same profusion of game , fowls , and fish , ( not cold , like the relics of a feast , but all smoking , and all of them ...
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... hall was wholly unfurnished ; except that , in an obscure un- heeded nook , stood a kind of wooden pulpit , from whence , in days of purer discipline , a monk used to read a homily or a legend during the period of the temperate meal ...
... hall was wholly unfurnished ; except that , in an obscure un- heeded nook , stood a kind of wooden pulpit , from whence , in days of purer discipline , a monk used to read a homily or a legend during the period of the temperate meal ...
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abbot of Normoutier Albigenses Albigeois Amand amid Amirald answered armour attendants band bear beauty behold Bishop of Toulouse blood Boanerges castle of Courtenaye champion church Count of Toulouse Count Raymond cried Crusaders cursed damsels dark deacon deemed ears exclaimed eyes fear feeling female fierce flung gazed Genevieve gleam guerite guests hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven heretics hills holy knave lady Isabelle lady's lance Languedoc light look lord abbot Lord of Courtenaye maiden Mattathias men-at-arms Mephibosheth minstrel Monfort Monk of Montcalm mountains murmured never noble pale pastor pause perchance peril Pierre pray quoth Raymond of Toulouse rock rode round saints seemed Semonville shout Simon de Monfort Sir Aymer Sir Paladour smile sound spirit spoke squire steed stood tell terror thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt towers trembling utter valour Verac voice wearied whispered wild words wound youth
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