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“So mortal and so brave?” that other said,

Smiling, and turned and looked in Dymer’s eyes,

Scanning him over twice from heel to head

—Like an old sergeant’s glance, grown battle wise

To know the points of men. At last, “Arise,”

He said, “and wear my arms. I can withhold

Nothing; for such an hour has been foretold.”

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Thereat, with lips as cold as the sea-surge,