Of burning vision, and kept back her tears

Until his pity moved in tune with hers

Towards herself. But he from thunderous brows

Frowned on. "No more I see thee by this house,

Except to slay thee when the hour decree

An end to this vile nest of cuckoldry

And holy vows made hateful, save thou speak

To each my question sooth. Keep dry thy cheek

From tears, hide up thy beauty with thy grief—

Or let him have his joy of them, thy thief,

What time he may. Answer me thou, or vain

Till thine hour strike to look for me again."

With hanging head and quiet hanging hands,

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With lip atremble, as caught in fault she stands,

Scarce might he hear her whispered message:

"Ask,

Lord, and I answer thee."

Strung to his task:

"Tell me now all," he said, "from that far day

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