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"I doubt your queen lacks dignity," she says, with a quick blush, when she has achieved her tender crime. She understands, indeed, that Sir Launcelot was a very naughty young man, who should not have been received in respectable houses,—especially as he had no money to speak of,—and that Sir Modred and Sir Gawain, had they lived in this critical age, would undoubtedly have been pronounced bad form and expelled from decent clubs. And, knowing this much, she takes it for granted that the stealing of a will or more would be quite in their line: hence her speech. "'I feel that I am happier than I know,'" quotes he, softly, folding her closely to his heart..
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