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De day , suh , dat you win in de ridin ' , and you crown Miss Lucy de queen ? '' `` Tournament ? '' said Mr. Robert , taking his cigar from his mouth . `` Yes , I remember very well the -- but what the deuce are you talking about tournaments here at midnight for ? Go ` long home , Bushrod . I believe you 're sleep-walking . '' `` Miss Lucy tetch you on de shoulder , '' continued the old man , never heeding , `` wid a s ` ord , and say : ` I mek you a knight , Suh Robert -- rise up , pure and fearless and widout reproach . '