Chapter 18 BY THE RIVER.

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'And Lancelot look'd, and was perplext in mind;

And being weak in body, said no more.'

Tennyson.

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It was a lovely afternoon, and the sun shone outside the green tracery of a hornbeam alley in the Deanery garden, leading from the cloister to the river. Here lay Lancelot, on the long cushion of a sofa, while Wilmet sat stitc