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And Lord Marnell, passing his hand into his breast, pulled out a small square packet, tied with blue silk, and sealed with yellow wax. It was directed "To the hands of my singular good lady and most dear mother, Dame Agnes Lovell, at Lovell Tower, be these delivered with speed." Dame Lovell kissed the letter, and placed it in her own bosom.
He was a bright, merry little fellow, perpetually in motion, and extremely fond of his mother, though he always shrank from and seemed to fear his father. On a summer day in the year 1399, Margery sat in her bower, or boudoir, perusing the book. Lord Marnell was, as usual, at Court; and little Geoffrey was running about his mother's apartments on what he doubtless considered important business.
It was no wonder that Cicely had not known him, for some seconds elapsed before Dame Lovell herself could recognise Lord Marnell. Six years had passed since they met at his marriage to Margery, but he looked at least twenty years older. His figure was still upright, though much thinner, but the very form of his features seemed changed, and his rich auburn hair was now white as drifted snow.
Henry listened to Lord Marnell only until he comprehended the nature of his plea; then met him with a frown and an angry "Pardon a Lollard? Never!" "Please it, your Grace, your noble predecessor, King Richard, though no Lollard, would have granted me at once, in consideration of my long and faithful service unto him."
Margery spent the happiest day which she had passed since her marriage, in wandering about London, and satisfying her girlish curiosity concerning every place of which she had ever heard. Lord Marnell frowned when Margery confessed, on her return, that she had been out to see London.
She took the book from the table on which Lord Marnell had thrown it no need to hide it any longer now kissed little Geoffrey's sleeping forehead, as he lay in his cradle, and went down to the oaken chamber. Lord Marnell, who, when angry, looked taller than ever, stood on the hearth with his arms folded. Abbot Bilson was seated in an arm-chair, with his cowl thrown back.
"Ah, little is all loss, And brief the space 'twixt shore and shore, If Thou, Lord Jesus, on us lay, Through the dark waters of our way, The burden which Christopheros bore To carry Thee across." Miss Muloch. As Lord Marnell sat with Margery in her cell in the evening of the 1st of March, she begged him to grant her a favour. Her contrite husband bade her ask what she would.
She was naturally a very easy-tempered woman, and the evident change, moral as well as physical, in Lord Marnell, touched her, and melted her enmity considerably. "I pray you, fair mother," he said, looking up, "to leave me tell you wherefore I came hither. Firstly, it was to give you a letter from Madge, which she wrote in the Tower unto you."
The little Queen, a widow at eleven, was sent back to France her matchless collection of jewels being retained by Henry. The change of monarchs, however, brought no change for Lady Marnell. If anything, it was the worse for her; for Abbot Bilson was a personal friend of the new King, who was far more violently opposed to the Lollards than his predecessor had been.
The Lord Marnell is a noble gentleman, and will find thee in silken tissues and golden cauls." Sir Geoffrey did not rightly understand his daughter's sorrow. His "silken tissues and golden cauls" did not raise the bowed head one inch. "Father!" she whispered, "have you promised him?" "I have, my child," he answered, softly.
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