Chapter 77 No.77

Well might he falter!-By his aid

Was Constance Beverley betrayed.

Not that he augured of the doom,

Which on the living closed the tomb:

But, tired to hear the desperate maid

Threaten by turns, beseech, upbraid;

And wroth, because in wild despair

She practised on the life of Clare;

Its fugitive the Church he gave,

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