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Scott, Walter, Sir, 1771-1832

"The Talisman"


"Send away that man, his look kills me!" muttered Berengaria.
"Begone, sirrah," said Richard, still without looking round,
"What wait'st thou for? art thou fit to look on these ladies?"
"Your Highness's pleasure touching the head," said the man.
"Out with thee, dog!" answered Richard--"a Christian burial!"
The man disappeared, after casting a look upon the beautiful
Queen, in her deranged dress and natural loveliness, with a smile
of admiration more hideous in its expression than even his usual
scowl of cynical hatred against humanity.
"And now, foolish wench, what wishest thou?" said Richard,
turning slowly and half reluctantly round to his royal suppliant.
But it was not in nature for any one, far less an admirer of
beauty like Richard, to whom it stood only in the second rank to
glory, to look without emotion on the countenance and the tremor
of a creature so beautiful as Berengaria, or to feel, without
sympathy, that her lips, her brow, were on his hand, and that it
was wetted by her tears.


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