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"That is the youth that threw my cap into a pool, a year ago, and called me a Jew cur," said Delecresse, between his teeth. "Pooh, pooh!" said old Hamon. "We all have to put up with those little amenities. Never mind it, child." "I'll never mind it till the time come!" answered Delecresse, in an undertone. "Then I think I see how to wipe it off." Belasez found her mother returned from Lincoln.
"I am not going to touch her," replied Delecresse, scornfully, "even with the tongs he took to my cap. I would not touch one of the vile insects for all the gold at Norwich!" "But what dost thou mean?" "Hold thou thy peace. I was a fool to tell thee." "What art thou going to do?" persisted Belasez. "What thou wilt hear when it is done," said Delecresse, walking away.
Nothing is more inconsistent than sin. In his anxiety to gratify his revenge, Delecresse was enduring patiently at the hands of Sir Piers far worse insults than that over which he had so long brooded from Richard de Clare. He kept silence. "It really is a pity," observed Sir Piers, complacently surveying Delecresse, "that such budding talent as thine should be cast away upon trade.
Hie thee, Anselm, and ask counsel of our gracious Lord what we shall do." A strange feeling crept over Delecresse when he heard his fate, for life or death, thus placed in the hands of the man whose life he had wrecked. Anselm was heard to run off quickly, and in a few minutes he returned. "Sir Richard the Earl laughed a jolly laugh when I told him," was his report. "Monday morning!
The next morning, Levina announced to the Countess, in a tone of gratified spite, that two persons were in the hall an old man, unknown to her, and the young Jew, Delecresse. He had come for his sister. Belasez received the news of her recall at first with a look of blank dismay, and then with a shower of passionate tears. Her deep attachment to her Christian friends was most manifest.
They heard, through neighbours, that Genta was going through all the phases of a tedious illness, and that Licorice was a most attentive and valuable nurse. At the end of those ten days, Delecresse came in with an order for some of the exquisite broidery which only Belasez could execute.
And for Delecresse I think he would stab me if he knew." "What sort of thoughts are they?" "Wilt thou keep my secret, if I tell thee?" "Indeed, I will not utter them without thy leave." Belasez cut off her silk, laid down the armilaus, and clasped both hands round her knee.
"Is it thine own?" "My own," answered Delecresse, shortly. "I could make some use of thee in the Kings service." "Thank you," said Delecresse, rather drily. "I do not wish to have more to do with the Devil and his angels than I find necessary." Sir Piers broke into a laugh. "Neat, that! I suppose I am one of the angels? But I am surprised to hear such a sentiment from a Jew."
"I mean that he shall pay me every farthing that he owes," said Delecresse through his clenched teeth. "I cannot have it in gold coins, perhaps. It will suit me as well in drops of blood, either from his veins or from his heart." "Delecresse, thou shalt not touch the Damsel Margaret, if that be the meaning of those terrible words."
Belasez went through all her duties that day, without rousing the faintest suspicion in the mind of her mother that she had heard a syllable of the conversation between her parents the night before. Yet she thought of little else. Her household work was finished, and she sat in the deep recess of the window at her embroidery, when Delecresse came and stood beside her.
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