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           Longhegazed,withawide,lingeringlook,whiletheothersatwithbowedhead,thehottearsrollingoneafteranotherfromhiseyes,anddrippinguponhisbosom,forhefeltthatthetimeofpartingwasnearathand.Then,presently,RobinHoodbadehimstringhisstoutbowforhim,andchooseasmoothfairarrowfromhisquiver.ThisLittleJohndid,thoughwithoutdisturbinghismasterorrisingfromwherehesat.RobinHood’sfingerswrappedlovinglyaroundhisgoodbow,andhesmiledfaintlywhenhefeltitinhisgrasp,thenhenockedthearrowonthatpartofthestringthatthetipsofhisfingersknewsowell."LittleJohn,"saidhe,"LittleJohn,mineowndearfriend,andhimIlovebetterthanallothersintheworld,mark,Iprythee,wherethisarrowlodges,andthereletmygravebedigged.LaymewithmyfacetowardtheEast,LittleJohn,andseethatmyrestingplacebekeptgreen,andthatmywearybonesbenotdisturbed."

           Ashefinishedspeaking,heraisedhimselfofasuddenandsatupright.Hisoldstrengthseemedtocomebacktohim,and,drawingthebowstringtohisear,hespedthearrowoutoftheopencasement.Astheshaftflew,hishandsankslowlywiththebowtillitlayacrosshisknees,andhisbodylikewisesankbackagainintoLittleJohn’slovingarms;butsomethinghadspedfromthatbody,evenasthewingedarrowspedfromthebow.