I have seen it before, when I was a little maid, in the year of the Prince's great battle.

I remember then how they mustered in the bailey, even as they do now, and my lady-mother holding me in her arms at this very window that I might see the show." "Please God, you will see them all back ere another year be out," said he.
She shook her head, looking round at him with flushed cheeks and eyes that sparkled in the lamp-light.

"Oh, but I hate myself for being a woman!" she cried, with a stamp of her little foot.

"What can I do that is good?
Here I must bide, and talk and sew and spin, and spin and sew and talk.

Ever the same dull round, with nothing at the end of it.