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I trow it is not until all Christian folk be a-bed!" "Dwells the Lord Marnell in London?" inquired Margery, with surprise; for Margery was more astonished and interested to hear of a nobleman from London dining with her parents than a modern young lady would be if told that a Chinese mandarin was expected.
"How can we, being the ministers of God His truth, suffer the mind of yon innocent child to be poisoned with like evil doctrine?" "Doth God part the child from the mother?" faltered Margery. "This is none of His doing. My darling! my darling!" Lord Marnell pitied his wife. Her agony touched all that was soft and gentle in his not too soft heart.
Lord Marnell and Master Simon begged for an order of the council to remove poor Margery home, the latter asserting that she would never recover in the Tower. The council refused this application.
She could not read a word of it, but it was enough that it came from Margery. "Secondarily," pursued Lord Marnell, "I would fain ask you, fair mother, for to keep Geoffrey here a while longer, for I wis not yet what I shall do." "That will I, right heartily," said Dame Lovell, in a tone as cordial as her words.
"They be ever increasing," said Lord Marnell "so much so that the King's council have seen good to prepare some orders against them forbidding of their assemblages, and such like for to present unto the Parliament.
Lord Marnell thanked her sincerely for her readiness to comply with his wishes. He said that Alice should come down to Lovell Tower as soon as she could conveniently set out, and old Christopher, as the most trusty of his household, should escort her. There was silence for a short time, and then, with a kind of shadow of a smile, Lord Marnell said suddenly "Do you hate me, fair mother?"
When Alice returned from Marnell Place on the evening of the 26th of February, Margery saw, by the expression of her face, that she had heard something which shocked her. She asked what it was. "You mind, good my Lady, the day that you went with Master Pynson to hear a sermon in Bostock Church?" "I trow I shall not lightly forget it," was Margery's answer.
"Ho, jailer! lock the door, I pray, and leave us three alone together." The jailer obeyed; and Lord Marnell sat down by the side of Margery's bed, and bade Alice lie down on her own pallet, and sleep if she could. He gave the same counsel to Margery; but the latter smiled, and said she would never sleep again in this world.
When Lord Marnell had assisted his wife back into her dungeon, and laid her gently on the bed, he turned and shook his fist at the wall. "If I, Ralph Marnell of Lymington, had thee here, Abbot Thomas Bilson " "Thou wouldst forgive him, my good Lord," faintly said Margery. "Who? I? Forgive him? What a woman art thou, Madge! Nay by the bones of Saint Matthew, I would break every bone in his body!
Margery softly opened the door into the hall; and as softly called the person who answered to that name. He rose, and came to her, and Sir Geoffrey and Lord Marnell, who were in low-toned, earnest conversation, suddenly stopped as she appeared.
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