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CROTCHET CASTLE.
MR. CHAINMAIL.
You are nearer the mark than you suppose. Even from those battlements, a heroine of the twelfth century has looked down on me.
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.
Oh! some vision of an ideal beauty. I suppose the whole will end in another tradition and a ballad.
MR. CHAINMAIL.
Genuine flesh and blood; as genuine as Lady Clarinda. I will tell you the story.
Mr. Chainmail narrated his adventures.
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.
Then you seem to have found what you wished. Chance has thrown in your way what none of the gods would have ventured to promise you.
