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Two minutes before the clock struck noon, the savage baron was on the platform to inspect the preparation for the frightful ceremony of mid-day.
The block was laid forth — the hideous minister of vengeance, masked and in black, with the flaming glaive in his hand, was ready. The baron tried the Maillot Allemagne Pas CHer edge of the blade with his finger, and asked the dreadful swordsman if his hand was sure? A nod was the reply of the man of blood. The weeping Maillot Aston Villa Pas CHer garrison and domestics shuddered and shrank from Halpa Miehet Cg Resolute Parka him. There was not one there but loved and pitied the gentle lady.
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“Is there no pity, sir?” asked the chaplain who had attended her.
“No pity?” echoed the weeping serving-maid.
“Did I not aye say I would die for my lord?” said the gentle lady, and placed herself at the block.
Sir Raoul de Barbazure seized up the long ringlets of her raven hair. “Now!” shouted he to the executioner, with a stamp of his foot —“Now strike!”
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