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His triumph, however, was but short-lived, for Fleetword, who comprehended what had passed, was sufficiently alive to its importance to seize the papers from the Master of Burrell before he had the least idea that the preacher would have dared such an act.
His existence seemed now to hang upon her destruction; but instruments were wanting: Roupall had been sent out of the way by Hugh Dalton, and tidings were in vain expected of or from Jeromio. The slight relief afforded by the imprisonment of Fleetword was speedily succeeded by a state of mind bordering on madness.
But them old Christians had a deal more liberty." "Peace, fool!" exclaimed Fleetword, somewhat in anger. "Solomon was a Jew." "A Jew!" repeated the cook "I wonder at your holy reverence to think of such wickedness; surely your reverence does not want me to be like a Jew?" "Solomon, thou art a fool in bone, in flesh, in marrow, and in spirit.
"Hear him," repeated Roupall, while occupied in searching his pockets. "Albeit I was not sent unto ye, ye worthless, blasphemous, and accursed crew " began Fleetword.
Good sir, look upon him But let it be with my eyes, and the care You should owe to your daughter's life and safety, Of which, without him, she's uncapable, And you'll approve him worthy. The apartment which the Buccaneer selected as his place of conference was at some distance from, though on a line with, that which Fleetword had so unwillingly tenanted.
When the door of the room in which they were assembled was opened, instead of the Skipper, the long, lanky figure of the Reverend Jonas Fleetword presented itself in the opening; his coat and hose unbrushed, his pinnacle hat standing at its highest, and his basket-hilted sword dangling from the belt carelessly and rudely fastened.
Sir Willmott Burrell for Roupall had not been deceived either as to the identity of the person, or the motive which led him to seek refuge in the Gull's Nest had effected an almost miraculous escape, considering how closely he was guarded, a few hours before, and secreted himself in the very chamber where he had left poor Fleetword to starvation, little imagining that he was standing on the threshold of retributive justice.
Into this cage he managed to get Fleetword, saying, "It was one of the ways out;" and while the preacher was looking round with much curiosity, he turned the key, placed it safely in his vest, and, without saying a word to Mother Hays, who, at such an early hour was just beginning to be very busy, left the Gull's Nest with much self-congratulation.
While we were in the cell, Master Fleetword took a deal of pains with her, and expoundiated most wonderfully for hours together; but I fear me the seed fell upon stony ground: for, though she sat still enough, I know she did not listen." "Where is your father?" Barbara started at the abruptness of the question, and colouring, she knew not why, said,
"Don't worry me," exclaimed Robin; "what care I for bridals, or bridles either, unless I could fix one in your mouth? Where's Barbara?" "The very thing I want to know; for that holy man, the preacher Fleetword, having communed with the pasty, would fain commune with the maid not in the buttery though.
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