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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: with thread of silver. Beneath he was clad in armor (a present
from the Earl), new and polished till it shone with dazzling
brightness, the breastplate covered with a juppon of white satin,
embroidered with silver. Behind Myles, and upon either hand, came
his squires of honor, sponsors, and friends-- a little company of
some half-dozen in all. As they advanced slowly up the great,
dim, high-vaulted room, the whole multitude broke forth into a
humming buzz of applause. Then a sudden clapping of hands began
near the door-way, ran down through the length of the room, and
was taken up by all with noisy clatter.
"Saw I never youth so comely," whispered one of the Lady Anne's
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