XXXIII
Herself about him like a flowering vine, Drawing
his lips to cling upon her own.
A ray of sunlight pierced the leaves to shine Where her half-opened
bodice let be shown
Her white throat fluttering to his soft caress, Half-gasping
with her gladness. And her pledge
She whispers, melting with delight. A
twig Snaps in the hornbeam hedge.
A cackling laugh tears through the quietness.
Eunice starts up in terrible distress.
My God! Whats that? Her
staring eyes are big.
XXXIV
Revulsed emotion set her body shaking As though
she had an ague. Gervase swore,
Jumped to his feet in such a dreadful taking His face was ghastly
with the look it wore.
Crouching and slipping through the trees, a man In worn, blue
livery, a humpbacked thing,
Made off. But turned every few steps
to gaze At Eunice, and to fling
Vile looks and gestures back. The ruffian!
By Christs Death! I will split him to a span
Of hogs thongs. She grasped at his
sleeve, Gervase!
XXXV
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