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Nor was the opportunity neglected; for when the wretched Baldwyn, who, exhausted by the violence of his motions, had leaned for a moment against the wall, he perceived to his surprise that there was a man in the room a small personage attired in rusty black, whom he thought had been one of the party in the adjoining chamber.
"Yo are nah mortal, an nah good, to tawk i' this fashion." "Heed not who and what I am," replied the other; "I am known here as a reeve of the forest that is enough. Would you have vengeance on the murtheress of your child?" "Yeigh," rejoined Baldwyn. "And you are willing to pay for it at the price of your soul?" demanded the other, advancing towards him. Baldwyn reeled.
"Well resolved, sir," said Potts. "We'n tae th' owd witch, dead or alive," cried Baldwyn. "Alive we must have her alive, good Baldwyn," said Potts. "You must see her perish at the stake." "Reet, mon," cried the miller, his eyes blazing with fury; "that's true vengeance. Ey'n ride whoam an get aw ready fo ye. Yo knoa t' road." So saying, he struck spurs into his horse and galloped off.
At that moment he felt an eye like a burning-glass fixed upon him, and, looking up, beheld the reeve of the forest standing on the further side of the grave. "Kneel down, and swear to be mine, and your wish shall be gratified," said the reeve. Beside himself with grief and rage, Baldwyn would have complied, but he was arrested by a powerful grasp.
She stared on seeing the party assembled, and knit her brows, but said nothing till she had deposited Baldwyn in a seat, when she observed to Sir Thomas, that he seemed to have little scruple in taking possession of a house in its owner's absence.
Meanwhile, Mistress Nutter had joined Nicholas, and the gates being unbarred by Blackadder, they passed through them. At a little distance stood Roger Nowell, now altogether abandoned, except by his own immediate followers, with Baldwyn and old Mitton. Poor Potts was lying on the ground, piteously bemoaning the lacerations his skin had undergone.
"Some dozen men, armed, against a poor defenceless old woman, are surely enough." "Owd, boh neaw defenceless, Mester Ruchot," rejoined Baldwyn. "Yo canna go i' too great force on an expedition like this. Malkin Tower is a varry strong place, os yo'n find."
Then with his own hands he let down by a rope a bag of burning sulphur and pitch, and stunk them out. But Baldwyn, armed like a lobster, ran, and bounding on the roof, cut the string, and the work went on. Then the knight sent fresh engineers into the mine, and undermined the place and underpinned it with beams, and covered the beams thickly with grease and tar.
They fell down the high curtain side, down, down, and struck almost together the sullen waters of the moat, which closed bubbling on them, and kept both the stone and the bone two hundred years, till cannon mocked those oft perturbed waters, and civilization dried them. "Aha! a good shot," cried Baldwyn of Burgundy. The tall knight retired. The besiegers hooted him.
This morning Ella, anxious to show off a magnificent set of diamonds, given her by her father, telephoned to Delmas to take her to the Baldwyn Theatre, where she has engaged a box for this evening fondly hoping that the diamonds will bring him up to the scratch, and that he will propose to her.
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