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It was not the tap of a blind man's staff at first he thought it might be; it was not a donkey's foot on the cobbles; it was not the broom-sticks of the witches of St. Clement's Bay, for the rattle was below in the street, and the broom-stick rattle is heard only on the roofs as the witches fly across country from Rocbert to Bonne Nuit Bay. This clac-clac came from the sabots of some nightfarer.
His demeanour was very strange; he bent down on one knee, took the hand of Edwy, who resigned it passively to him, kissed it and cried aloud "God save the king!" "What can you mean, Redwald?" exclaimed both the youths. "Heard you not the passing bell last night? Edred sleeps with his fathers; he died at Frome on St. Clement's day." For a moment they were both silent.
"Miss Connie said something, don't you remember, about a place where the Jersey witches hold their meetings?" "That is 'way the other end of the island," retorted Roger, "down at St. Clement's."
But seeing the stamp of suffering on his face, she said at last, "Tut, laddie! they love too much who die for love." On the Sunday afternoon following he turned again toward Clement's Inn. He had come to a decision at last, and was calm and even content, yet his happiness was like a gourd which had grown up in a day, and the morrow's sun had withered it.
Now it had come to be the common talk of the village that young Gifted Hopkins and Susan Posey were getting to be mighty thick with each other, and the prevailing idea was that Clement's visit had reference to that state of affairs. Some said that Susan had given her young man the mitten, meaning thereby that she had signified that his services as a suitor were dispensed with.
That he had, in later life, a considerable knowledge of the subject is clear, but this may have been acquired like Mr. Micawber's, by experience, as defendant on civil process. We are inclined to think he read but little. Amici fures temporis: and he had many friends at Clement's Inn who were not smugs, nor, indeed, reading men in any sense.
He shook Clement's hand and kissed Biddy. He praised Clement. "Ye're the whitest man that iver stepped green turf." Clement sat coldly impassive and unsmiling. "Then you're satisfied?" "Satisfied!" shouted Dan. "Satisfied is it, man? Indade I am." "And you, Biddy?" Biddy was weeping and muttering wild Irish prayers.
Pope Clement's red hot feet are to thrust down Pope Boniface into a gulf still hotter. He thinks that it was done as a happy augury of life and renown to the subject. PULCI: Critical Notice of
Clement's on that Sabbath noon; some hand-in-hand with loving parents, wending their way to homes of plenty, where kindly faces would be waiting to greet them; but of the many, none were or could be happier than those three little ones who gathered round Mrs. Turner when service was over, and, walking side by side, went home to squalid Drury Lane.
Two had blue swallow-tailed coats with brass buttons; and a fourth, a dashing young lawyer's clerk from Clement's Inn, was absolutely stirring a mixture, which he called a mint julep, with a yellow kid glove dangling out of his hand.
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