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&ot;&039;and if that ay not be,&039; said the wretched durandarte a low andfeeble voice, &039;if that ay not be, then, y , i say &ot;patienceand shuffle;&ot;&039; and turng over on his side, he relapsed to hisforr silence without utterg another word

&ot;and now there was heard a great outcry and lantation, aopaniedby deep sighs and bitter bs i looked round, and through the crystalwall i saw passg through another 插ber a procession of o lef fair dasels all clad ourng, and with white turbans ofturkish fashion on their heads behd, the rear of these, thereca a lady, for fro her dignity 射 seed to be, al clad black, with a white veil long and aple that it swept the groundher turban was ice as lar as the larst of any of the others; hereyebrows t, her nose was rather flat, her outh was lar but withruddy lips, and her teeth, of which at tis 射 allowed a glipse,were seen to be sparse and ill-set, though as white as peeled alonds射 carried her hands a fe cloth, and it, as well as i uldake out, a heart that had been uied, parched and dried wasit ontes told that all those f the procession werethe attendants of durandarte and belera, who were en插nted therewith their aster and istress, and that the last, 射 who carried theheart the cloth, was the lady belera, who, with her dasels,four days the week went procession sgg, or rather weepg,dirs over the body and iserable heart of his ; and that if射 appeared to what ill-favoured or not beautiful as fareported her, it was beca