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"A-and who might your worship be?" asked Bartlemy, with a cold shudder; for he felt desperately afraid that he had got hold of Old Boguey or Old Nick it was not much matter which. "That's none of your business," said the being; "but if you must know, I am Snippinbitz, the patron of the tailors." "O lord, your worship, you don't say so!" stammered Bartlemy. "That's a fact!" returned the goblin.
Bartlemy made no answer, but taking the coat in hand, carried it to his master, who viewed it in the greatest astonishment.
"Bartlemy," said the goblin again, "what's the matter with you?" "Matter, your worship?" gasped Bartlemy. "Come to the point," said the goblin, severely, accidentally swinging his pincushion against Bartlemy's legs at the same time, and pricking him most atrociously.
This Godby did forthwith, and presently the three fellows appeared who, knuckling their foreheads, made us their several reverences. "What now, lads?" says Adam, viewing them with his keen eyes, "I seem to mind your looks, you sailed with Black Bartlemy aboard the 'Delight' I think? Nay, 'tis no matter, we'll let bygones be bygones, and we be all marvellous honest these days, the which is well.
we were used to keep all their days holy, as long back as I was at school at Christ's. There hung Peter in his uneasy posture holy Bartlemy in the troublesome act of flaying, after the famous Marsyas by Spagnoletti. These were bright visitations in a scholar's and a clerk's life "far off their coming shone." I was as good as an almanac in those days.
He had not been the Countess' confessor for nothing, nor had he learnt in vain the story of her secret marriage with Fulk de Breaute, and of the murder of this youth on Spurnt Heath one blowy Bartlemy Eve.
"He should, then, not have sent us to that rascally one at Oundle," growled Humphrey. "Speak not o'er much with the lady," cautioned old Bartlemy, riding up. "It is not seemly. Let her stay by me, her nurse. So hath the friend to my counsel instructed me." At once Hugo fell back, reining his horse alongside the mule and a half pace in advance; whereat old Bartlemy smiled in approbation.
Well, they be wise men that would know the five of us." "Five?" questioned Hugo. "Ay, lad. Thou and Bartlemy and I and the two horses. Perchance the mule is honest and what he seemeth to be." Bartlemy, having tied the animals, now came up to the door of the hut in great exultation. "What thinkest thou of these strange horses, Humphrey?" he asked.
But now, as I fitted the last of my timbers into place, the board slipped my nerveless grasp and, despite the heat, a sudden chill swept over me as borne upon the stilly air came a voice, soft and rich and sweet, uplifted in song and the words these: "There be two at the fore At the main hang three more Dead men that swing all in a row Here's fine, dainty meat For the fishes to eat, Black Bartlemy Bartlemy, ho!"
But in my sleep the dead arose and stood fronting each other beneath a pallid moon, Bartlemy in all the bravery of velvet and lace and flowing periwig, and the Spanish lady tall and proud and deadly pale. And now as she shrank from his evil touch, I saw that her face was the face of Joan Brandon.
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