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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Your son Gerard is more like to be father of a family than a priest: he is for ever with Margaret, Peter Brandt's red-haired girl, and loves her like a cow her calf." Mother and daughter both burst out laughing. Ghysbrecht stared at them. "What! you knew it?" "Carry this tale to those who know not my son, Gerard. Women are nought to him." "Other women, mayhap.
I bring good news; but 'tis not for every ear." The burgomaster rose, and drew Jorian aside into the embrasure of his deep window, and then the brothers heard them converse in low but eager tones. It ended by Ghysbrecht sending Jorian out to saddle his mule. He then addressed the black sheep with a sudden coldness that amazed them
The large sums he had put by for Margaret gave him ample means for debauchery, and he sought for a moment's oblivion in the excitements of the hour. "Ghysbrecht lives; Margaret dies!" he would try out. "Curse life, curse death, and whosoever made them what they are!" His heart deteriorated along with his morals, and he no longer had patience for his art, as the habits of pleasure grew on him.
It made him fear Gerard was only lurking in the neighbourhood: he would make a certain discovery, and would come back and take a terrible revenge. From this time Dierich and others that were about him noticed a change for the worse in Ghysbrecht Van Swieten. He became a moody irritable man. A dread lay on him.
Then swiftly turned her back on him and hid her face with invincible repugnance. "Oh, that man! that man!" "Nay, fear me not," said Ghysbrecht; "I come on a friend's errand. I bring ye a letter from foreign parts." "Mock me not, old man," and she turned slowly round. "Nay, see;" and he held out an enormous letter. Margaret darted on it, and held it with trembling hands and glistening eyes.
There was no sound inside. A grim smile stole over his features. "By this time he will be as down-hearted as Albert Koestein was," thought he. He opened the door. No Gerard. Ghysbrecht stood stupefied.
Gerard escaped from the prison, and vowing he had done with Tergon, bade farewell to Margaret, and set off for Italy. Once across the frontier in Germany he was safe from Ghysbrecht's malice. He also had in his keeping the piece of parchment which gave certain lands to Peter Brandt, and which Ghysbrecht had hitherto held. II. To Rome
He then prepared with his chemicals to erase the old writing; but as this was his last chance of reading it, he now overcame his deadly repugnance to bad writing, and proceeded to decipher the deed in spite of its detestable contractions. It appeared by this deed that Ghysbrecht Van Swieten was to advance some money to Floris Brandt on a piece of land, and was to repay himself out of the rent.
As for me, I am neither saint nor angel, but only a poor woman, whose heart thou hast broken, Speak to him, Kate, for I am like the dead." Kate meditated a little while; and then her soft silvery voice fell like a soothing melody upon the air, "My poor sister hath a sorrow that riches cannot heal, Give her time, Ghysbrecht; 'tis not in nature she should forgive thee all.
He rose instantly, and set out to repair the omission. The house he was called to was none other than the Stadthouse, and the dying man was his old enemy Ghysbrecht, the burgomaster. Clement trembled a little as he entered, and said in a low voice "Pax vobiscum."
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