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Chapter 39

           —StoopmycresttoRichard?—askaboonofthatheartofpride?—Never,Rebecca,willIplacetheOrderoftheTempleathisfeetinmyperson.ImayforsaketheOrder,Ineverwilldegradeorbetrayit."

           "NowGodbegracioustome,"saidRebecca,"forthesuccourofmaniswell-nighhopeless!"

           "Itisindeed,"saidtheTemplar;"for,proudasthouart,thouhastinmefoundthymatch.IfIenterthelistswithmyspearinrest,thinknotanyhumanconsiderationshallpreventmyputtingforthmystrength;andthinkthenuponthineownfate—todiethedreadfuldeathoftheworstofcriminals—tobeconsumeduponablazingpile—dispersedtotheelementsofwhichourstrangeformsaresomysticallycomposed—notarelicleftofthatgracefulframe,fromwhichwecouldsaythislivedandmoved!—Rebecca,itisnotinwomantosustainthisprospect—thouwiltyieldtomysuit."

           "Bois-Guilbert,"answeredtheJewess,"thouknowestnottheheartofwoman,orhastonlyconversedwiththosewhoarelosttoherbestfeelings.Itellthee,proudTemplar,thatnotinthyfiercestbattleshastthoudisplayedmoreofthyvauntedcourage,thanhasbeenshownbywomanwhencalledupontosufferbyaffectionorduty.Iammyselfawoman,tenderlynurtured,naturallyfearfulofdanger,andimpatientofpain—yet,whenweenterthosefatallists,thoutofightandItosuffer,Ifeelthestrongassurancewithinme,thatmycourageshallmounthigherthanthine.

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