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Whether this paroxysm had wrought me to a swoon I know not, but I wondered to feel a hand upon my head, stroking my hair with touch marvellous gentle, and therewith a voice:
"Comfort thee, comfort thee, poor youth! These be rages and despairs that many do suffer at the first; in a little shall come back thy courage and with it hope -- that hope, alas, that never dieth -- even here. 'Lo, I am with thee,' saith the Lord -- so be comforted, young sir. Let other thoughts distract thy mind -- let us converse if thou wilt. Tell me, I pray, how didst know my unhappy name?"