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THE GENTLE ROBBER
rose red to the young squire's cheek, and anger too great for any words lighted in his eyes, as his hand went to his dagger, and he urged his horse forward. It was a brave fight that he made, while the two steeds drew near and parted and drew near again, but a slender white hand with an iron grip reached deftly and snatched the dagger from his hand, nor could he reach the short sword which he had so proudly belted to his side; and the strength of his adversary was as the strength of ten.
"Nay, be not foolish," said a soft voice, as the lad struck out with stinging fist; "’tis but thy purse I ask, and it would grieve me to do thee wrong. The purses of the kingdom belong to me."
"Now, by what right?" cried Louis of
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