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“There's my token! Now give me one to weep and be glad over.”
Having no trinkets, I gave my glove: and she kiss'd it twice, and put it in her bosom.
“I have no need of this ring,” said I: “for look!” and I drew forth the lock I had cut from her dear head, that morning among the alders by Kennet side, and worn ever since over my heart.
“Wilt marry no man till I come?”
“Now, that's too hard a promise,” said she, laughing, and shaking her curls.
“Too hard!”
“Why, of course. Listen, sweetheart—a true woman will not change her mind: but, oh! she dearly loves to be able to! So, bating this, here's my hand upon it—now, fie, Jack! and before all these mariners!—well, then if thou must—”
I watch'd her standing in the stern and waving, till she was under the Godsend's side: then turn'd, and mounting Molly, rode inland to the wars.
THE END.End of Project Gutenberg's The Splendid Spur, by Arthur T. Quiller Couch
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