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Chapter 9

           "FatherAbraham!"saidIsaacofYork,whenthefirstcoursewasrunbetwixttheTemplarandtheDisinheritedKnight,"howfiercelythatGentilerides!Ah,thegoodhorsethatwasbroughtallthelongwayfromBarbary,hetakesnomorecareofhimthanifhewereawildass’scolt—andthenoblearmour,thatwasworthsomanyzecchinstoJosephPareira,thearmourerofMilan,besidesseventyinthehundredofprofits,hecaresforitaslittleasifhehadfounditinthehighways!"

           "Ifheriskshisownpersonandlimbs,father,"saidRebecca,"indoingsuchadreadfulbattle,hecanscarcebeexpectedtosparehishorseandarmour."

           "Child!"repliedIsaac,somewhatheated,"thouknowestnotwhatthouspeakest—Hisneckandlimbsarehisown,buthishorseandarmourbelongto—HolyJacob!whatwasIabouttosay!—Nevertheless,itisagoodyouth—See,Rebecca!see,heisagainabouttogouptobattleagainstthePhilistine—Pray,child—prayforthesafetyofthegoodyouth,—andofthespeedyhorse,andthericharmour.—Godofmyfathers!"heagainexclaimed,"hehathconquered,andtheuncircumcisedPhilistinehathfallenbeforehislance,—evenasOgtheKingofBashan,andSihon,KingoftheAmorites,fellbeforetheswordofourfathers!—Surelyheshalltaketheirgoldandtheirsilver,andtheirwar-horses,andtheirarmourofbrassandofsteel,forapreyandforaspoil."

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