My lord says 'tis a great one and noble, but I know 'tis his own that is so.

Have I done honestly by him, Anne, as I told you I would?
Have I been fair in my bargain--as fair as an honest man, and not a puling, slippery woman." "You have been a great lady," Anne answered, her great dull, soft eyes filling with slow tears as she gazed at her.

"He says that you have given to him a year of Heaven, and that you seem to him like some archangel--for the lower angels seem not high enough to set beside you." "'Tis as I said--'tis his heart that is noble," said Clorinda.

"But I vowed it should be so.

He paid--he paid!" The country saw her lord's happiness as the town had done, and wondered at it no less.