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"A bowshot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling through the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Launcelot." Beth's attention sharpened to sudden interest.
When he was out of sight she opened the window, and perceived to her glad surprise that the air was balmy, and on all things the sun shone, shedding joy. The horrid spell was broken. "A bowshot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves."
She watched him, absently at first, but as he approached he reminded her of the Knight of her daily vision, her saviour, who had come to rescue her in the dark days of her deep distress at Slane "A bowshot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves." "The barley-sheaves!" suddenly Beth's heart throbbed and fluttered and stood still.
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