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demanded Fenwolf spitefully . `` I said not so , '' replied Wyat ; `` but she is very fair , and looks true-hearted . '' Fenwolf glanced at him from under his brows ; and plunging his oars into the water , soon carried him out of sight of the maiden . It was high noon , and the day was one of resplendent loveliness . The lake sparkled in the sunshine , and as they shot past its tiny bays and woody headlands , new beauties were every moment revealed to them . But while the scene softened Wyat 's feelings , it filled him with intolerable remorse , and so poignant did his emotions become , that he pressed his hands upon his eyes to shut out the lovely prospect . When he looked up again the scene was changed .