"I think I once saw some verses like it in her desk." "I was in love, and three-and-twenty," said the doctor, looking drolly guilty in the midst of his sadness.

"Ay, those fixed it in my memory, perhaps my fancy made it more distinct than it really was.

An evening or two ago I met with them, and that stirred it up I suppose.

Last night came the tournament again, but it was the melee, a sense of being crushed down, suffocated by the throng of armed knights and horses--pain and wounds--and I looked in vain through the opposing overwhelming host for my--my Maggie.

Well, I got the worst of it, my sword arm was broken--I fell, was stifled--crushed--in misery--all I could do was to grasp my token--my Daisy Chain," and he pressed Margaret's hand as he said so.