Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. A fever of shame ran through her being. Love, obliterated, annihilated; out of his heart and out of his Bible. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them.
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