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Oh, I know him, I know him, for did they not make me carry my own husband to the stake upon my back? And have you heard why, Van Hout's daughter? Because what I had suffered in their torture-dens had made my face yes, mine that once was so beautiful like the face of a horse, and they said that 'a horse ought to be ridden."
Barbara followed the offended woman, and while those who remained fixed their eyes in embarrassment upon their laps, Wilhelm's mother exclaimed: "Well said, little woman, well said!" Herr Van Hout's kind wife threw her arm around Maria, kissed her forehead, and whispered: "Turn away from the other women and dry your eyes."
But I tell you, Van Hout's daughter, as I have dared to creep from my hiding hole in the great lake to tell all of them who will listen, that unless they cast out the cursed Spaniard, a day shall come when the folk of Leyden must perish by thousands of hunger behind those walls. Yes, yes, unless they cast out the cursed Spaniard and his Inquisition.
Do not be afraid, for though I am mad, or so they say, I can keep counsel, and between you and me are many bonds, Carolus van Hout's daughter, some of which you know and see, and some that you can neither know nor see, but which God will weave in His own season."
Some of the most beautiful coast scenery I have ever seen is to be found in that very lovely drive by Sea Point to Hout's Bay, and thence back to Cape Town by Constantia and Wynberg. This is a celebrated excursion, and well deserves the praises bestowed upon it. The road has been admirably constructed by convict labour.
"Look, Carolus van Hout's daughter and Juan Montalvo's wife; those who have seen me once do not forget me." Lysbeth sat up on the bed and stared at the gaunt, powerful form, the deep-set grey eyes, the wide-spread nostrils, the scarred, high cheek-bones, the teeth made prominent by some devil's work upon the lips, and the grizzled lock of hair that hung across the forehead.
During this period of the sorest distress, Van der Werff was passing down the "broad street." He did not notice that a throng of desperate men and women were pursuing him with threats; but as he turned to enter Van Hout's house, suddenly found himself surrounded.
Van Hout's manly features quickly smoothed and, clasping the burgomaster's right hand in both his, he said joyously: "Thanks, Herr Peter. And no offence; you know my hot temper. If the time seems long to your young wife, send her to mine." "And mine," added Dousa.
"Give it to the women?" asked Peter in astonishment. "Yes, to us!" cried Van Hout's wife. "Why should we sit idle, when we might be of use." "Give us the work!" exclaimed Maria. "We are as eager as you, to render the great cause some service."
During this period of the sorest distress, Van der Werff was passing down the "broad street." He did not notice that a throng of desperate men and women were pursuing him with threats; but as he turned to enter Van Hout's house, suddenly found himself surrounded.
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