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THE CLEVER NECROMANCER
goodly sight. Green was her gown, and cut square at the throat, and with it the color of her eyes seemed green, and he knew not if her hand or her neck were whiter.
"I could give thee white velvet to thy train," he stammered, and the old man, her father, stood and watched.
"Dost love me?" asked the maid, for she was one that had heard old ballads sung; and the man opened wide his honest eyes.
"Ay, surely, else had I not asked thee to wife."
"Then will I wed thee," said the maid, and the wooer stood gazing at her, not daring the kiss that was in his mind.
"’T is a good chaffer," said young Hugh.
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