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WHILE Garde, heart-broken, pale and ill, was restoring her uncle's keys to their accustomed hook, in the morning, Adam and his retinue were taking a much-needed sleep in the woods.
Having recovered his own good sword and his leather jerkin, from the place where he had concealed them, on the evening of his capture, he had led the beef-eaters into a maze of trees where no one in Boston could have found them, and here he was doing his best to prove himself a cheerful and worthy companion, to share their natural distresses.