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Such question, so repeated fierce and high;With look collected, hut with accent cold,More mildly firm than petulantly hold, 4$olie turn’d, and met the inquisitorial tone —«My name is Lara! — when thine own is known,« Doubt not my fitting answer to requite«The unlook’d for courtesy of such a knight.«’Tis Lara! —-further wouldst thou mark or ask ?„I shun no question, and I wear no mask.”

<fThou shun’st no question ! Ponder — is there none«Thy heart must answer, though thine ear wouldshun ?

«< And deem'st thou me unknown too P Coze again!nAt least thy memory was not given in vain. 440«Oh! never canst thou cancel half her debt,((Eternity forbids thee to forget.”

With slow and searching glance upon his faceGrew Lara’s eyes, hut nothing there could traceThey knew, or chose to know — with dubious look.Ue deign’d no answer, hut his head he shook.And half contemptuous turn'd to pass away ;hut the stern stranger motioned him to stay. 44®« A word! — l charge thee stay, and answer here«To one, who, wert thou noble, were thy peer,-but as thou wast and art — nay, frown not, lord,wlf false, ’tis easy to disprove the word —abut, as thou wastand art, mi thee looks down.