THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE
BUT, knowing now that they would have her speak,She threw her wet hair backward from her brow,Her hand close to her mouth touching her cheek,
As though she had had there a shameful blow,And feeling it shameful to feel ought but shameAll through her heart, yet felt her cheek burned so,
She must a little touch it; like one lameShe walked away from Gauwaine, with her headStill lifted up; and on her cheek of flame
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