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"When Leyden is safe from the Spaniards " and again the Prince sighed, adding, "well, you have a true heart, young sir, and a right spirit, for which I honour both of you. But I fear that things being thus the Jufvrouw cannot sleep so very peacefully in Norwich after all." "We must each bear our share of the basket," answered Foy sadly; "I must do the fighting and she the watching."
For a moment Ramiro thought, considering the situation, then he said: "Fetch the Jufvrouw. No, not you, Adrian; she would die rather than come with you. You, Simon, and you, Meg. Swift, obey." They departed on their errand. "Men," went on Ramiro, "take this gentleman and lead him to the boat. Hold him if he tries to escape. I will follow with the lady.
It was after ten o'clock that night when a woman, wrapped in a rough frieze coat, knocked at the door of the house in the Bree Straat and asked for the Vrouw van Goorl. "My mistress lies between life and death with the plague," answered the servant. "Get you gone from this pest-house, whoever you are." "I do not fear the plague," said the visitor. "Is the Jufvrouw Elsa Brant still up?
"No, not sick, jufvrouw, but my heart cries all the time now, even when my eyes are as dry as yours. Why, jufvrouw, your eyes are not dry! Are you crying for US? Oh, jufvrouw, if God sees you! Oh! I know father will get better now." And the little creature, even while reaching to look through the tiny window, kissed Hilda's hand again and again.
"These people must be kept quiet or the man will die yet." When the chapter was finished, Dame Brinker motioned mysteriously to the rest by way of telling them that her husband was asleep. "Now, jufvrouw," said the doctor in a subdued tone as he drew on his thick woolen mittens, "there must be perfect quiet. You understand. This is truly a most remarkable case. I shall come again tomorrow.
I really am burning. Not burning exactly, but pins and needles pricking all over me. Oh, jufvrouw, don't!" The poor child's dismay was so genuine that Hilda hastened to reassure her. "Very well, Gretel, move your arms then so. Why, your cheeks are as pink as roses, already. I think the meester would let you in now, he certainly would. Is your father so very ill?"
"It MAY cure him, you said, and mynheer, did you tell my boy that perhaps perhaps..." She could not finish. "Yes, jufvrouw, I said the patient might sink under the operation, but we hope it may prove otherwise." He looked at his watch. The assistant moved impatiently toward the window. "Come, jufvrouw, time presses. Yes or no?" Hans wound his arm about his mother. It was not his usual way.
Meanwhile Gretel looked on in trembling silence, but when she saw the doctor open a leather case and take out one sharp, gleaming instrument after another, she sprang forward. "Oh, Mother! The poor father meant no wrong. Are they going to MURDER him?" "I do not know, child," screamed Dame Brinker, looking fiercely at Gretel. "I do not know." "This will not do, jufvrouw," said Dr.
"Very good," said Martin. "Now let the rest of you get those two casks into the boat, leaving the Jufvrouw hidden in the reeds to watch by it, while you, Foy and Martha, come back to help us. Lady, if they sail round the island, call and let us know."
At the moment Lysbeth was occupied with wild ideas of swift escape, but even if she could make up her mind to try it there was an obstacle which her thoughtful cavalier had foreseen. "Jufvrouw van Hout," he said as he pulled up, "do you remember that you are still wearing skates?"
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