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We few, we happy few, ...
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.'"
He closed the book and dropped it to the table.
The girl rose. Her face was flushed and she breathed rapidly. The call to battle was in her blood!
"I'm not afraid of scars!" she said unsteadily. "With you, Humphrey—I will fight with you!"
He held out his arms and she swung into them and shuddered against his body; his hands stroked her hair; his old lips went to her forehead in a gentle kiss and he lifted his eyes in a flash of suffering, for he knew that upon her heart that day were scars of which she never could be proud.
