Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 28, 2025
She was even more angry than Perrote had anticipated, and much more than Amphillis expected. Ricarda was a good-for-nought, a hussy, a wicked wretch, and a near relative of Satan, while Amphillis was only a shade lighter in the blackness of her guilt.
Once more it was as by a heavenly instinct that Perrote answered in God's words rather than in her own. Amphillis drew a long breath. The light was rising on her. She could not have put her convictions into words; and it was quite as well, for had she done so, men might have persuaded her out of them.
Possibly, in his inner soul, too, a power was at work which he was not capable of recognising. "Humph!" was all he said; but Perrote saw that she had made an impression, and she was too wise to weaken it by adding words. Sir Godfrey, with his hands in the pockets of his haut-de-chausses, took a turn under the trees, and came back to the suppliant. "Where be they to be found?"
"But wherefore, when the matter was by " Lady Basset answered with a bitter little laugh, which reminded Perrote of her mother's. "Because he loved Jean de Montfort, and she thwarted him, not the Damoiselle. He loved Alix de Ponteallen passionately, and passion dies; 'tis its nature. It is not passionately, but undyingly, that he loves himself. Men do; 'tis their nature."
"I cry you mercy, Mistress Perrote; for you should very like say that whereon I thought was none of my business. Yet man's thoughts will not alway be ruled. I did somewhat marvel, under your pleasure, at your answer to yon pedlar that asked how you came to be hither." "Wherefore? that I told him no more?" "Ay; and likewise " "Make an end, my maid."
"If my Lord Duke be now in England, should he not know that his mother is near her end?" "How am I to send to him, trow?" growled the custodian. "I wis not where he is." "A messenger could find out the Court, Sir," answered Perrote. "And it would comfort her last days if he came." "And if he refused?" Perrote's dark eyes flashed fire.
"Is this mine ancient nurse, Perrote de Carhaix?" she said. "I think I know her face." The smile was gone in a moment, as she repeated her wish to be taken immediately to the Countess. Lady Foljambe felt she had no choice. She led the way to the chamber of the royal prisoner, requesting Lady Basset to wait for a moment at the door. The Countess sat no longer in her cushioned chair by the window.
He shall spare a poor man and needy, and He shall make safe the souls of poor men... Blessed be the name of His majesty withouten end! and all earth shall be filled with His majesty. Amphillis almost held her breath as she listened, for the first time in her life, to the grand roll of those sonorous verses. "That were a King!" she said. "That shall be a King," answered Perrote, softly.
"Ay, God comfort her!" And the Archbishop passed on. He made no further attempt to enter the invalid chamber until the evening of the next day, when he came in very softly, after a word with Perrote no part of any house was ever closed against a priest and sat down by the sufferer. She lay much as he had left her.
"I know not why my path should be at times So straitly hedged, so strangely barred before: I only know God could keep wide the door; But I can trust." "Mistress Perrote, I pray you counsel me. I am sore put to it to baffle my cousin's inquirations touching our Lady.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking