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Oh, had I been there, I had saved her, I had saved her. Idiot! idiot! to leave her for a moment." He wept bitterly a long time. Then, suddenly bursting into rage again, he cried vehemently "The Church! for whose sake I was driven from her; my malison be on the Church! and the hypocrites that name it to my broken heart. Accursed be the world! Ghysbrecht lives; Margaret dies.
Her sudden appearance and manner startled him, and he could not conceal his confusion. "Where is my Gerard?" cried she, her bosom heaving. "Is he alive?" "For aught I know," stammered Ghysbrecht. "I hope so, for your sake. Prithee come into this room. The servants!" "Not a step," said Margaret, and she took him by the shoulder, and held him with all the energy of an excited woman.
"Alas!" said Ghysbrecht, "would I could, what I can I have done. Is it nought? It cost me a sore struggle; and I rose from my last bed to do it myself, lest some mischance should come between her and her rights." "Old man," said Margaret, "since thou, whose idol is pelf, hast done this, God and the saints will, as I hope, forgive thee.
His eyes and mouth opened, and remained open: in which state they kept turning, face and all as if on a pivot, from the picture to the women, and from the women to the picture. "Why, it is herself," he gasped. "Isn't it!" cried Kate, and her hostility was softened. "You admire it? I forgive you for frightening us." "Am I in a mad-house?" said Ghysbrecht Van Swieten thoroughly puzzled.
They had crossed about half, when Margaret, who kept nervously looking back every now and then, uttered a cry, and, following her instinct, began to run towards the wood, screaming with terror all the way. Ghysbrecht and his men were in hot pursuit. Resistance would have been madness. Martin and Gerard followed Margaret's example.
Is he mounted?" "No." "Then what hinders you to come up with him?" "But what avails coming up with him! There are no hostelries on the road he is gone." "Fools!" said Ghysbrecht, "is there no way of emptying a man's pockets but liquor and sleight of hand?" A meaning look, that passed between Ghysbrecht and Dierich, aided the brothers' comprehension.
How the restitution was made will be briefly related elsewhere: also certain curious effects produced upon Ghysbrecht by it; and when and on what terms Ghysbrecht and Clement parted. I promised to relate two acts of the latter, indicative of his mind. This is one. The other is told in two words. As soon as he was quite sure Margaret had her own, and was a rich woman He disappeared.
"My mule! my mule!" screamed Ghysbrecht. Jorian helped the old man up trembling in every joint.
IV. Cloister and Hearth Friar Clement, preaching in Rotterdam, saw Margaret in the church and recognised her. Within a day or two he learnt from the sexton, who had been in the burgomaster's service, the story of the trick that had been played upon him by his brothers, in league with Ghysbrecht.
So Ghysbrecht went to Eli and Catherine and showed them a picture Gerard had made of Margaret Brandt, and said that if Eli ordered it his son should be locked up until he came to his senses.
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