Chapter 18 VICTORY

O my admired mistress, quench not out The holy fires within you, though temptations Shower down upon you: clasp thine armour on; Fight well, and thou shalt see, after these wars, Thy head wear sunbeams, and thy feet touch stars.

MASSINGER.-The Virgin Martyr.

But Hugh could sleep no more than if he had been out with Falconer. He was as restles