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When his voice died away, Marienne came out
upon the balcony dressed in black velvet and a lace
veil. She leaned over the rail and sang slowly and
ironically:
“Why do you stand, you holy man,
At midnight time, ’math my lattice high,
Say, do you pray for my soul?”
“Nay, fly,—I pray;
They may find you here.
And your sword doth betray,
And the clank of your spur,
That the hooded monk is a fair cavalier"”
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