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THE TAVERN KNIGHT'S STORY.
Sir Crispin walked from the window by which he had been standing, to the rough bed, and flung himself full length upon it.

The only chair that dismal room contained was occupied by Kenneth.

Galliard heaved a sigh of physical satisfaction.
"Fore George, I knew not I was so tired," he murmured.

And with that he lapsed for some moments into silence, his brows contracted in the frown of one who collects his thoughts.