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He seized Arthur's two hands, wringing them in a clasp that was almost pain, and his face worked with emotion. Arthur, as his eyes grew used to the darkness, was shocked at the change which a week had wrought in his friend. Dalaber's face seemed to have shrunk in size, the eyes had grown large and hollow, his colour had all faded, and he looked like a man who had passed through a sharp illness.
But for the first few days after Dalaber's arrest and imprisonment the excitement was too keen to admit of any mediation.
The colours of the two sides were displayed in the calzone or silk tights, these being blue and white for Arthur's side, and red and white for Dalaber's. They wore knitted silk caps upon their heads, white and blue or red and blue according to their company, and long gauntlet gloves of soft tanned skin, almost white in colour, and laced with the colour appropriate to the player.
The extraordinary power of the shining eyes riveted Dalaber's gaze from the first moment. Their glance was turned full upon him after the priest had given greeting to Clarke, and the thin, resonant voice asked quickly: "Whom have you brought? Is he to be trusted?" "To the death!" answered Dalaber, speaking for himself. "Try me, and you shall see."
I resolved not to seek my bed, but to pass the night in fasting and prayer on his account; and I was thus occupied when there was a sound of commotion nigh at hand, and I heard steps and voices and the sound of blows upon the door of Dalaber's chamber.
The joy to both had been so keen, so exquisite, that it had sufficed them for the present. But with the falling of the softened dusk, with the setting of the sun, with the natural and inevitable reaction upon an enfeebled body and sensitive spirit, following upon a severe and protracted strain, Dalaber's spirits had suddenly left him.
The peace and hush of eventide was in the air, and fell like a charm upon Dalaber's fevered spirit. The sound of the angelus bell was heard from several quarters, and as they passed St. Bernard's Chapel they stepped into the building, and remained kneeling there a brief while, as the vesper service was chanted.
And I did well guess that you had come to tell him of the escape of Master Garret, of which he had spoken with me a short while before." It was perhaps not a very politic speech on Dalaber's part. The three men turned angry and threatening glances upon him.
Arthur was known to the sentries and servants by this time. He visited several of the prisoners, and his gratuities made his visits welcome. He was conducted almost without remark towards Dalaber's cell, and no one made any comment when he said to Freda, in the commanding tone of a master: "Bring the basket along, sirrah! Follow me, and wait for me till I call. I shall not be above a few moments.
Think what we might accomplish together, were we to throw in our lot one with the other, and with the brethren yonder!" Garret looked eagerly in Dalaber's face, and the tears started to the young man's eyes. He had been much moved by Garret's emotion, and for a brief space a wild impulse came over him to share his flight and his future life. What lay before him in Oxford if he stayed?
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