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23276	Holt, Emily Sarah	The White Rose of Langley A Story of the Olden Time			.txt	text/plain	93398	6668	86	"Poor Maude!" said Bertram, looking concerned. "The saints bless you, Master Bertram!" said Maude, at the next Maude inquired from Bertram, "What like dame were my Lady of "Truly no, Lady," said Agnes, smiling; "nor ere my Lord your father." "Come hither!" said Constance gleefully, beckoning to Maude. "Methought she were sweet and fair as my Lady her mother," said Maude in "Why," said Maude, looking up in surprise, "would you say the Lady "I wis, Madam, that our Lord loveth the saints," said Maude in a low "Now, Maude, take thou Lord Roger by the hand; and Nan, take thy sister. "Dear my Lady," said Maude in answer, "our Lord wot what is befallen "Leave me likewise, thou, Maude," said Constance, in a voice in which "Ah, dear my Lady," said Maude affectionately, "methinks our Lord can "O Bertram!" said Maude that night, "surely our Lady's troubles and	./cache/23276.txt	./txt/23276.txt