The Knight's RansomWarne, 1870 - 471 sayfa |
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Alinor answered Artois asked Baron Fitzwalter Baynard's Castle beautiful beheld betrothed brave brother brow captive chamber Charles of Anjou churl Cicely Fitzwalter companion Constance de Lingard Count d'Artois crusaders Cyprus Damietta damsel dark daughter death deep Dickon Duke of Burgundy eagerly English Eudocia Eudocia Comnena exclaimed eyes fair father fear Franciscan gallant gazed gentle Gerald Pauncefort girl Grace hand hath heard Heaven holy honour hope Hospitaller Joinville Lady Constance Lady Pauncefort Limisso listened looked lord Lord Fitzwalter Lucy maiden Marguerite of Provence morning mother murderer never noble pale pardon Paul Comnenus paused Perrot poor pray priest prince Provençal ransom Regnier replied Robert Robert of Artois royal ruffian Saracen Seneschal silent Sir Edmund Fitzwalter Sir Gerald Sir Grimbald Sir Knight smile spirit spoke squire stood sweet tell thank thee thou thought tone Trafford truth Venetian Wilfred young knight youth
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