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"Nay," said Margaret, in a feeble voice, "the sight of him gave me a turn, that is all, Prithee, let him say his say, and go; for he is the murderer of me and mine." "Alas," said Ghysbrecht, "I am too feeble to say it standing and no one biddeth me sit down."
It is vexing it is angering, but it is not like death, not even sickness. Boys will be boys. He will outgrow that disease: 'tis but skin-deep." But when Ghysbrecht told him that Margaret was a girl of good character; that it was not to be supposed she would be so intimate if marriage had not been spoken of between them, his brow darkened. "Marriage! that shall never be," said he sternly.
You will not; for a bad heart in a carcass is like the worm in the nut, soon brings the body to dust. So, Kate, take down Gerard's bib and tucker that are in the drawer you wot of, and one of these days we will carry them to Sevenbergen. We will borrow Peter Buyskens' cart, and go comfort Gerard's wife under her burden. She is his wife. Who is Ghysbrecht Van Swieten?
She was just finishing a letter to the Countess Charolois, appealing to her against the violence and treachery of Ghysbrecht. "Courage!" cried Martin on entering. "I have found him. He is in the haunted tower, right at the top of it. Ay, I know the place: many a poor fellow has gone up there straight, and come down feet foremost."
Her boy is fatherless; and she is neither maid, wife, nor widow; and the blow fell but two days syne, that laid her heart a bleeding." A single heavy sob from Margaret was the comment to these words. "Therefore, give her time! And ere thou diest, she will forgive thee all, ay, even to pleasure me, that haply shall not be long behind thee, Ghysbrecht.
"STOP THIEF!" shrieked Ghysbrecht, and suddenly turned, on his servant and collared him, and shook him with rage. "D'ye stand there, knave, and see your master robbed? Run! fly! A hundred crowns to him that finds it me again. No, no! 'tis in vain. Oh, fool! fool! to leave that in the same room with him. But none ever found the secret spring before. None ever would but he. It was to be.
The others looked, and there, at some little distance, walking quietly across the fields with Margaret and Martin, was the man they sought. Ghysbrecht, with an exulting yell, descended the stairs and flung himself on his mule; and he and his men set off in hot pursuit. Gerard warned by recent peril, rose before daybreak and waked Martin. The old soldier was astonished.
A fine thing it would be if a father might not lock up his own son." "Well, well! it won't come to that with me and my son. He never disobeyed me in his life: he never shall, Where is he? It is past supper-time. Where is he, Kate?" "Alas! I know not, father." "I know," said Ghysbrecht; "he is at Sevenbergen. My servant met him on the road." Supper passed in gloomy silence.
They changed colour, and lost all zeal for the business. "No! no! we don't hate our brother. We won't get ourselves hanged to spite him," said Sybrandt; "that would be a fool's trick." "Hanged!" cried Ghysbrecht. "Am I not the burgomaster? How can ye be hanged? I see how 'tis ye fear to tackle one man, being two: hearts of hare, that ye are! Oh! why cannot I be young again?
"Why, what have I done now?" "Oh, sir!" said little Kate, "for pity's sake tell us; are these the features of a living woman, of of Margaret Brandt?" "A mirror is not truer, my little maid." "But is it she, sir, for very certain?" "Why, who else should it be?" "Now, why couldn't you say so at once?" snarled Ghysbrecht.
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