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Other girls have had parties, and more and more often the girls have stopped talking and have looked queer when I came up. We got up a secret society and called it the "Tony Ten," and I was going to be its president. Then all of a sudden one day I found there wasn't any Tony Ten only Carrie Heywood and me. The other eight had formed another society and Stella Mayhew was their president.
"No interruption, Elmsley hear me to the close close within the doorway, I repeat, lay the dead body of Mr. Heywood his face much disfigured and his large frame almost rigid in a pool of clotted blood.
'This is young Mr. Heywood of Redware, he said, and moved towards the wicket, leaning on Richard's arm. But the old warder stepped in front, and stood between them and the gate. 'Not a damned roundhead of the pack shall set foot across this door-sill, so long as I hold the gate, he cried, with a fierce gesture of the right arm. And therewith he set his back to the wicket.
They had evidently entered by the back door, which was now quite open, and grouped around the body of Mr. Heywood, were apparently more interested in the dead than in the living. Not a sign was there of the corporal, and Philips stood as if paralyzed, leaning, musket in hand, against the opposite entrance.
As soon as the twilight began to fall, he set out on foot for the witch's cottage. When he arrived, he found her expecting him, but prepared with no hearty welcome. 'I had liefer by much thee had not come so pat upon thy promise, master Heywood. Then I might have looked to move thee from thy purpose, for truly I like it not. But thou will never bring an old woman into trouble, master Richard?
'This is young Mr. Heywood of Redware, he said, and moved towards the wicket, leaning on Richard's arm. But the old warder stepped in front, and stood between them and the gate. 'Not a damned roundhead of the pack shall set foot across this door-sill, so long as I hold the gate, he cried, with a fierce gesture of the right arm. And therewith he set his back to the wicket.
'In good sooth, master Heywood, answered the old woman, 'I tell the tale as 'twas told to me.
Knows that 'ouse inside out loafs there now, the beggar, with Chantel's cook. Why not send him over prowling, ye know fingers the bric-a-brac, bloomin' ass, and breaks a sword-blade. Perfectly netch'ral. 'Can secure, all plopah, Accident, ye know. All off with their little duel. What?" Heywood chuckled, and bowed his head to the horse-clippers. "Last week," he replied. "Not to-day.
Does the knowledge come so cheap, or at a price? All these years darkness sunken alone" He trembled violently, but regained his voice. "O my friend! This very night they swear in recruits, and set the day. I know their lodge-room. For any sake, believe me! I know!" "Right," said Heywood, curtly. "I believe you. But why come here? Why not stay, and learn more?"
Brigham then said that this was a case of emergency, and they must have the goods; that Brother Heywood could write to his creditors and tell them that, owing to the trouble among the people, business had fallen off, and he was not able to pay them then, but would in the future. They finally persuaded Brother Heywood to turn over his goods.
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