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Fit for a highwayman’s bride?”
But over her father’s shoulder
Ingigerd darted a gentle smile,
Fair as the blush of the dawning
On the ash-gray peak of the mountain.
Her hands she clasped round his head,
In his belt she planted her feet,
Never a strong man’s shoulder
A nobler burden bore!
How then were shamed the Iamtlanders,
Exultantly bearding Gelline:
“Every man of us here will defend her,
Take her from us, if you can!”
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