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"If so be, she at least will have little sorrow." "Give you good den, Master Hiltoft! May a man have speech of your prisoner, Mistress Bongeor?" "You're a bold man, Master Ewring." "Wherefore?" "Wherefore! Sotting your head in the lion's mouth! I should have thought you'd keep as far from Moot Hall as you could compass.
We make order, therefore, that they be discharged, and set in care of some good Catholic woman, if any be among their kindred; and if not, let them be committed to the care of some such not akin to them." "Please, your Worships, I know nought of their kindred," said the gaoler scratching his head. "Jane Hiltoft hath the babe at this present."
"Left it wi' Jane Hiltoft," said the gaoler, gruffly. "I didn't want it screeching here." The Bailiff nodded. "Maybe she can tell us who this woman is," said he; and stepping a little nearer the porter's lodge, he summoned the porter's wife. Mrs Hiltoft came to the door with little Helen Johnson in her arms. "Well, I don't know," said she.
It's only giving up an opinion." "Maybe so, with some: but not with us. They that have been taught this way by others, and never knew Christ for themselves with them, as you say, it were but the yielding of opinion: but to us that know Him, and have heard His voice, it would be the betraying of the best Friend in earth or Heaven. And we cannot do that, Jane Hiltoft not even for life."
I wish they'd have let us have the baby Jane Hiltoft has it. She'll care it well enough for the body: but for the soul " "Oh, when Johnson's burned as he will be, I reckon the children 'll be bred up in convents, be sure," was Margaret's answer. "Nay! I'll be sure of nought so bad as that, as long as God's in heaven." "There's no miracles now o' days, Rose."
"Nay, that stands to reason if it were so, Master Ewring; but, trust me, I know not what you mean, no more than if you spake Latin." Well, Hiltoft?" "Wastborowe says you may see Mistress Bongeor if you'll give him a royal farthing, but he won't let you for a penny less. He's had words with their Audrey, and he's as savage as Denis of Siccarus."
Come in, and I'll see if Wastborowe's in a reasonable temper, and that hangs somewhat on the one that Audrey's in." The porter shut the gate behind Mr Ewring, and went to seek Wastborowe. Just then Jane Hiltoft, coming to her door, saw him waiting, and invited him to take a seat. "Fine morning, Master." "Ay, it is, Jane. Have you yet here poor Johnson's little maid?"
"Who was he, Hiltoft?" answered Mr Ewring with a smile, as he felt in his purse for the half-crown which was to be the price of his visit to Agnes Bongeor. "Eh, I don't know: I heard Master Doctor say the other day that his dog was as fierce as him." "Art sure he said not `Syracuse'?" "Dare say he might. Syracuse or Siccarus, all's one to me."
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