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Then the door swung wide, and the voice of Dirk van Goorl was heard saying in a tone of relief: "Yes, sure enough it is she, Tante Clara, and some one is taking off her boots." "Skates, Senor, skates," interrupted Montalvo, glancing backward over his shoulder, then added in a whisper as he bent once more to his task, "ahem pays. You will introduce me, is it not so?
What would she be prepared to pay now? Well, fortunately, he need ask but little of her. And yet his soul mistrusted him of these bargainings with Lysbeth van Hout for the life of Dirk van Goorl. The first had ended ill with a sentence of fourteen years in the galleys, most of which he had served. How would the second end?
He who is called Ramiro, the Governor of the Gevangenhuis, the man who years ago would have thrust me beneath the ice to drown had not the Vrouw van Goorl bought my life; he who set her husband, Dirk van Goorl, the man you loved, to starve to death sniffing the steam of kitchens. O people, deal with that devil as God shall teach you.
"You are her guardian, as you deal with her nay, I must be crazy with my troubles, for none other would think it needful to remind Dirk van Goorl or his son of their duty to the dead. Farewell, friend and cousin.
This unpleasant nightmare of the imagination came in an instant, and in an instant passed. The next Montalvo, courteous and composed, was bowing before his visitor and praying her to be seated. "It is most good of you, Vrouw van Goorl," he began, "to have responded so promptly to my invitation."
Then tell her that Martha, called the Mare, would speak with her." "She can see none at such an hour," answered the servant. "Tell her I come from Foy van Goorl." "Enter," said the servant wondering, and shut the door behind her. A minute later Elsa, pale-faced, worn, but still beautiful, rushed into the room, gasping, "What news? Does he live? Is he well?"
Well, he was clear of them, and thenceforward, the curse having exhausted itself for the time being, he had prospered at any rate to a moderate extent. But if once more he began to interfere with Lysbeth van Goorl and her relatives, might it not re-assert its power? That was one question. Was it worth while to take his risk on the chance of securing Brant's fortune? That was another.
'Frisian thick of head, Frisian free of speech, goes the saying." Not being able to think of any appropriate rejoinder, Martha turned again upon Elsa. "Your father died for that treasure," she said, "and Dirk van Goorl died for it, and your lover and his serving-man there went to the torture-den for it, and I well, I have done a thing or two.
Adrian sprang to his feet, and asked who dared thus to foul his food. The crowd did not jeer, did not even mock; it seemed too much in earnest for gibes, but a voice at the back called out: "Take it to Dirk van Goorl. He'll be glad of it soon." Now Adrian understood. All these people knew of his infamy; the whole of Leyden knew that tale. His lips turned dry, and the sweat broke out upon his body.
In fact, it had been bought with the money which he borrowed from Dirk van Goorl. "Take it," she said, smiling for the first time, and drawing off the ring she passed it over to him. He turned his head aside as he stretched his hand towards the trinket lest his face should betray the shame which even he must feel.
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