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2.
Fond breeze, that rovest
Where my ladye strays,
Odours thou lovest
Wafting to her praise;
Lone brook, that with soft music bubblest,
Chaining her soul to harmony;
Let me but round her presence steal
Like ye unseen, a breath I'd be,
Content none other joy to feel
Than circling thee!
"In good sooth, thou canst govern the cadence well. Thou hast more skill
of love than thine age befits. But, mayhap, 'tis thy vocation, boy. Hast
thou had visitors betimes this morning!"
"None, good master, but Kelly."
"What of him?"
"Some business that waited your return. I thought you had knowledge of
the matter."
"Are there any clients astir so early at his chamber, thinkest thou?"
"None, save the rich merchant that dwells hard by, Cornelius
Ethelstoun."
"Cornelius!" repeated the cavalier, in a disturbed and inquiring
tone--"hath he departed?"
"Nay, I heard not his footsteps since I watched the old man tapping
warily at the prophet's door."
Rodolf hastily replaced his hat, and his short and impatient rap was
heard at the seer's chamber.


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