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A sob broke from her, as she sent up to Heaven the one petition of which alone she felt capable just then "Lord, help me!" He would know how and when to help. Elizabeth dropped her trouble into the Almighty hands, and left it there. Then she rose, undressed, and lay down beside Amy, who was already in bed. Amy Clere was not an ill-natured girl, and her anger never lasted long.
"And we shall supply amusement to every mess in the army," said Woodville, with an abundance of bad language. "Quakers indeed!" Jack's eyes opened, and he said, "Thou art not hurt, Hugh?" "No, no!" I answered, and, relieved a little, turned to Mr. Le Clere: "We shall, I fear, have to ask thy chaise of thee. We came afoot. I will send it back at once."
'I dread, said she, 'her disordered mind connects all that her eye beholds with the terrible passages that she has witnessed. 'Nay, said Fitzosborne, 'if noble Saint Clere can pardon the unauthorized interest which, with the purest and most honourable intentions, I have taken in his sister's fate, it is easy for me to explain this mysterious impression.
"Now, then, do be hasteful, Rose Allen; I'm that weary!" "You seem so in truth, Mistress Clere. I'm feared you've been overwrought," said Rose, in a sympathising tone. "Overwrought? Ay, body and soul too," answered Mrs Clere, softening a little in response to Rose's tone. "Well! folks know their own troubles best, I reckon, and it's no good harrying other folks with them.
"You say truth, Madam. Indeed, the last burning we had, my daughter here was so close pressed in the crowd, and so near the fire, she fair swooned, and had to be borne thence. But who shall suffer to-morrow, an' it like you? for I heard nought thereabout." Mrs Clere presented the little parcel as she spoke.
"And so," I suppose you say, "he is going home to buy Clere." Not at all, my dear sir. Clere is bought, and Sam is going home to take possession. "Marry, how?" Thus, Does any one of my readers remember that our dear old friend, Agnes Buckley's maiden name was Talbot, and that her father owned the property adjoining Clere?
Nicholas took up his hat and marched out, and Mrs Clere ordered Elizabeth off to a little room over the porch, generally used as a lumber room, where she locked her up. "Now then, think on thy ways!" said she. "It'll mayhap do thee good. Bread and water's all thou'lt get, I promise thee, and better than thy demerits.
"Have a bit of patience, Master Bailiff!" cried Amy from her window. "We're a-coming as quick as may be. Let a body get some clothes on, do!" Somebody under the window was heard to laugh. Then Mrs Clere went downstairs, her heavy tread followed by the light run of her daughter's steps; and then Elizabeth heard the bolts drawn back, and the Bailiff and his men march into the kitchen of the Magpie.
"Give you good den, Master Clere!" said a rosy-faced countrywoman with a basket on her arm, as she came into one of the largest clothier's shops in Colchester. It was an odd way of saying "Good Evening," but this was the way in which they said it in 1556.
I'd fain have a brown or a good dark murrey 'd serve me somewhat that should not show dirt, and may be trusted to wear well. Good den, Mistress Clere! Have you e'er a piece o' kersey like that?" Master Nicholas Clere, who stood behind the counter, did not move a finger. He was a tall, big man, and he rested both hands on his counter, and looked his customer in the face.
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