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Fair Margaret

CHAPTER VIII
12/23

Also, my mother was a princess of the Moors, and if I, who dwell among them as the envoy of their Majesties, threw in my sword with theirs--or there are other ways.

But I am speaking things that have never passed my lips before, which, were they known, would cost me my head--let it serve to show how much I trust you." "I thank you, Senor, for your trust; but this crown seems to me set upon a peak that it is dangerous to climb, and I had sooner sit in safety on the plain." "You reject the pomp," went on d'Aguilar in his passionate, pleading voice, "then will not the love move you?
Oh! you shall be worshipped as never woman was.

I swear to you that in your eyes there is a light which has set my heart on fire, so that it burns night and day, and will not be quenched.

Your voice is my sweetest music, your hair is a cord that binds me to you faster than the prisoner's chain, and, when you pass, for me Venus walks the earth.

More, your mind is pure and noble as your beauty, and by the aid of it I shall be lifted up through the high places of the earth to some white throne in heaven.


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