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in her father's tower here, at Greystoke, went forth 

 to win glory. He won great glory : and at first 

 his lady rejoiced fully in it : but he was so long in 

 returning, and she heard so much of his deeds in 

 behalf of distressed ladies, that doubts at length 

 stole upon her heart as to whether he still loved 

 her. These doubts disturbed her mind in sleep, 

 and she began to walk in her dreams, directing her 

 steps towards the waterfall where she and her lover 

 used to meet. Under a holly tree beside the fall, 

 they had plighted their vows ; and this was the 

 limit of her dreaming walks. The knight at length 

 returned to claim her. Arriving in the night, he 

 went to the ravine to rest under the holly until the 

 morning should permit him to knock at the gate 

 of the tower: but he saw a gliding white figure 

 among the trees : and this figure reached the holly 

 before him, and plucked twigs from the tree, and 

 threw them into the stream. Was it the ghost 

 of his lady love ? or was it herself ? She stood in 

 a dangerous position : he put out his hand to uphold 

 her: the touch awakened her. In her terror and 

 confusion she fell from his grasp into the torrent, 

 and was carried down the ravine. He followed and 

 rescued her; but she died upon the bank; not, 

 however, without having fully understood that her 

 lover was true, and had come to claim her. The 

 knight devoted the rest of his days to mourn her : 

 he built himself a cell upon the spot, and became a 

 hermit for her sake. 



The visitor should ascend the steps and pathway 

 from the bottom of the fall, and stand on the bridge 

 that spans the leap. It is a grand thing to look 

 down. 



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