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You can't therefore expect an answer." Prior's Malone, p. 399. Sir Joshua Reynolds, on hearing this from Malone, said: 'This turn which Baretti now gives to the matter was an after-thought; for he once said to me myself: "There are various opinions about the writer of that prayer; some give it to St. Augustine, some to St. Chrysostom, &c. What is your opinion? " Ib. p. 394. Mrs.
Vanna, blank and smiling, La Testolina with wandering, fearful eyes, followed. They found the prior sitting well back in his ebony chair and in meditation, his chin buried in his hand. He looked the prior's reproach, and was. "Now, women," said the prior, testily a fat and flabby old man with a sour mouth "now, women, which of you is at the bottom of this accursed business? Where is the baby?
There was a great fear in his face, a tremor of startled emotion in his voice. "Dino, my beloved! I pardon thee." But Dino did not hear. His prayer had been granted him; he was at rest. God had been more merciful than man. The Prior's pardon came too late.
"I do not wish to be his enemy. I do not promise to be his friend." | "I will send him to you," said the Prior. "Wait here till he comes." The strange tangle of circumstances in which he found himself involved would never be easy of adjustment; he wished with all his heart that he had refused the Prior's offer to make his foster-brother known to him, but it was too late now. Was it too late?
Prior's public dignity and splendour commenced in August, 1713, and continued till the August following; but I am afraid that, according to the usual fate of greatness, it was attended with some perplexities and mortifications.
James Haddow, came from a drowsy den in the Inns of Court, full of leather and parchment, for the law was his profession and history only his hobby; he was indeed, among other things, the solicitor and agent of the Prior's Park estate. But he himself was far from drowsy and seemed remarkably wide awake, with shrewd and prominent blue eyes, and red hair brushed as neatly as his very neat costume.
So leaving my boy at the Abbey against I came back, we went to Prior's by the Hall back door, but there being no drink to be had we went away, and so to the Crown in the Palace Yard, I and George Vines by the way calling at their house, where he carried me up to the top of his turret, where there is Cooke's head set up for a traytor, and Harrison's set up on the other side of Westminster Hall.
Chris had heard that this would be done, before he left Lewes, and he was astonished now, not at the news, but at the strange softness of the Prior's voice. "That is very well," went on the bishop. "We want all the faithful priests possible. There is a great darkness in the land, and we need lights to lighten it. You have a brother in Master Cromwell's service, sir, I hear?" Chris was silent.
"He is a good man, my uncle, the prior," he said. "And ever he saith to me, 'In troublous times a prudent tongue is worth ten lances and shields." Lady De Aldithely smiled. "May he keep his priory in peace," she said. "'Twere a pity that he should lose it." Hugo looked at her gratefully. Not every one so leniently regarded the prior's prudence.
"Thou art worse than the prior's horse!" cried Walter Skinner, dropping the reins and clinging round the animal's neck. "I would I had the stranger that did sell thee to me! I would crack his pate also, even as I will the pate of the groom at the Green Dragon."
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