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He have clear eyes, he look you in de face; he pray in de chapel, and not run his eyes all round; he laugh and chatter-patter not wid other damsels; he is sad, courteous, and gent. He will do, husband." Little idea had Amphillis that her future was being thus settled for her downstairs, as she sat in the Countess's chamber, tending her sick lady. The Countess was slowly sinking.
"In good sooth, I hate long faces and sad looks," said Ricarda, accepting Agatha's offered kiss of friendship. "You be not an ill-matched pair," added Amphillis, laughing. "Only, I pray you, upset not the quirle by over much prancing." Still used in its original sense of uncomfortable. The Dutch were then known as High Dutch, the Germans as Low Dutch. Agreeable and ready in conversation.
He bare arms, 'tis true gules, a saltire argent; and his device, `Ne vile velis." "The self arms of the Nevilles of Raby," said Marabel, with an amused smile. "I marvel, Amphillis, thou art not better learned in thine own family matters." "Soothly.
Lady Foljambe, whose wrath was not up at the white heat which it had touched in the morning, found this question a little difficult to answer. She could not reasonably find fault with Amphillis for being Ricarda's cousin, and this was the real cause of her annoyance. The only blame that could be laid to her was her silence for a few days as to the little she knew.
Amphillis was wondering very much, in the private recesses of her mind, how it was that no lady appeared whom she could suppose to be her own particular mistress; and had she not received such strict charges on the subject, she would certainly have asked the question.
"How comes it thou wist no more?" "May it please your Grace, my father dwelt in Hertfordshire, and he wedded under his estate, so that his family cast him off, as I have heard," said Amphillis, growing every moment more hot and confused, for it was no light ordeal for one in her position to be singled out for conversation by an archbishop, and she sorely feared an after ebullition of Lady Foljambe's wrath.
I hoped you'd a bit more fun in you than Clarice she wasn't a scrap of good. But I'm afraid you're no better." "I don't know, really," said Amphillis, feeling rather bewildered by Agatha's reckless rattle, and remembering the injunction not to make a friend of her. "I suppose I have come here to do my duty; but I know not yet what it shall be."
"I wist not I was thus comical," said Amphillis. "But truly I conceive you not. Wherefore should I catch Master Hylton, and wherewith, and to what end?" "Amphillis, you shall be the death of me! My Lady shall snap off my head at after supper, and the maid is not born that could help to laugh at you. To what end? Why, for an husband, child! As to wherewith, that I leave to thee."
Nay, my maid, for the Lady Marguerite there is no home save Heaven; and there is none to be glad of her company save Him that was yet more lonely than she, and whose foes, like hers, were they of His own house." "'Tis sore pitiful!" said Amphillis, looking up with the tears in her eyes. "`Pitiful'! ay, never was sadder case sithence that saddest of all in the Garden of Gethsemane.
There is another beyond him, at whose earnest entreaty, and for whose pleasure he so doth. Who is it, thinkest?" "It seemeth me, Mistress, looking to what you say, this poor lady must needs have some enemy," said Amphillis.
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