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Then I should like to see him shoot at somebody else," answered Acour, for in those days such skill was of interest to all soldiers. "Kill Hugh de Cressi if you will, friend, but spare Grey Dick; he might be useful." "Ay, Sir Edmund," broke in the young man furiously, "I'll kill him if I can catch him, the dog who dares to bring scandal on my sister's name.
So saying a tall and noble-looking man, who wore the badge of a white swan worked in pearls upon his rich tunic, stepped forward out of the ring of courtiers and bowed, first to the Doge and next to Hugh. De Cressi looked at his handsome face with its quick dark eyes and little, square-cut, black beard, and answered: "I thank you, Sir Edmund Acour, for I take it you are he.
On the following morning the papers announced three new arrests in the Donnelly case, resulting from a confession by Gino Cressi. On the afternoon of the same day the friendly and influential Caesar Maruffi called upon Blake with a protest. "Signore, my friend," he began, "you and your Committee are doing a great injustice to the Italians of this city." "How so?" "Already everybody hates us.
Dreux sank back, gloomily enough, continuing for the rest of the journey to declaim against the fate that had condemned him to a life of insipid peace; but it was not until they had turned out of the narrow streets of the foreign quarter into the wide, clean stretch of Canal Street that Blake felt secure. Little Gino Cressi was badly frightened.
But the tower of the church round which he had vanished only echoed back across the snow, "What of Master de Cressi?" Then at last Hugh understood the awful truth. It was that, save those who had fled, the people of Dunwich were slain with the Sword of Pestilence, and all his kin among them. They were on the Blythburgh Marshes, travelling thither by the shortest road.
How many men will you need to take this Normando?" "I? You think I'd better do the trick?" Blake had not intended to take any active part in the capture. He was already known as the head of the movement to avenge Donnelly; he had apprehended Larubio and the Cressi boy with his own hand. Inner voices warned him wildly to run no further risks. "I thought you'd prefer to lead the raid," O'Neil said.
My position at the hospital, my occupation made it easy for me to learn many things. It was I who discovered the men who actually killed Chief Donnelly; for Normando, after his injury, was brought there and I attended him. I learned of his accomplices, where the boy, Gino Cressi, was concealed, and other things.
"Ay, sir, an Englishman called Sir Hugh de Cressi, and his companion, Richard the Archer, whom these rogues have tried to rob and murder, messengers from his Grace King Edward." Now Sir Geoffrey changed his tone. "Your pardon if I spoke roughly, Sir Hugh, but we poor Envoys have to do with many rufflers from our own land. Enter, I pray you. My servants will see to your gear and horses.
He carried in his hand a beautiful flagon of silver. Doubtless he had stolen it from some church. Seeing them, he cast this flagon into the snow and began to whimper like a dog. "Mad Tom," said Dick, recognizing the poor fellow. "Tell us, Thomas, where are the folk of Dunwich?" "Dead, dead; all dead!" he wailed, and fled away. "Stay! What of Master de Cressi?" called Hugh.
And now, young Master de Cressi, what is this message of yours?" Hugh thrust his hand into his bosom, and produced a sealed packet which was addressed to "His Grace King Edward of England, sent from Andrew Arnold, priest, by the hand of Hugh de Cressi." "Can you read?" the King asked of Hugh when he had spelt out this superscription.
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