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CHAPTER X.
Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls
The sick man's passport in her hollow beak,
And in the shadow of the silent night
Doth shake contagion from her sable wings;
Vex'd and tormented, runs poor Barrabas,
With fatal curses towards these Christians.
Jew of Malta.
The Disinherited Knight had no sooner reached his pavilion, than squires and pages in abundance tended their services to disarm him, to
bring fresh attire, and to offer him the refreshment of the bath. Their zeal on this occasion
was perhaps sharpened by curiosity, since every
one desired to know who the knight was that had
gained so many laurels, yet had refused to lift
his visor or to name his name. But their officious
inquisitiveness was not gratified. The Disinherited Knight refused all other assistance save that