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Petronella cast a scared and fearful glance at the long dark figure lying face downwards upon the sward, showing signs of life only by a spasmodic twitching of the limbs; and then drawing Cuthbert's long hunting knife from his belt, she cut the cords that bound his hands and feet, and in another moment he sprang up and shook himself, keeping a wary eye all the while upon the prostrate foe.
Martin had satisfied himself by now that he was worthy to be intrusted with it; but Cuthbert intended Petronella to have the bulk of that, so that she might wed Philip, if they were both inclined that way.
The stone floors had not even a carpeting of rushes, the pallet beds lay on the hard stone floor, and only the girl possessed a basin and ewer for washing. Cuthbert was supposed to perform his ablutions in the water of the moat without, or at the pump in the yard. But Petronella had small notion of the hardness of her life.
This morning, I was sitting in my hole while they were drinking tea. Then my young mistress cried, 'There's the mouse! and in a jiffy Aunt Petronella was up on the chair, though I wasn't there at all. I tell you, it's great fun." "I daresay, cousin," said the wood-mouse. "And I'm very glad indeed that you've such a good time." "And haven't you just as good a time?" asked the house-mouse.
Petronella shed a few tears, but they were tears rather of relief than of sorrow; while Sir Richard felt that he could breathe more freely when his contumacious kinsman had ceased to live at his door. The whisper which had alarmed his friends died a natural death so soon as the real facts connected with the plot came to be known, and the number and names of the true conspirators discovered.
But M. de Cramoisi took nothing by his visit; all his attempts to sound the alchymist were unavailing, and he returned to his royal master no wiser than he came. It was in this year, 1414, that he lost his faithful Petronella. He did not long survive her; but died in the following year, and was buried with great pomp by the grateful priests of St. Jacques de la Boucherie.
"What do you expect to do, my dear?" Petronella stopped on the snowy top step and looked down at him. "Who said I had anything to do with it?" she demanded. The Admiral's old eyes twinkled. "Let me come in, and tell me about it." Petronella smiled at him over her big muff. "If you'll promise not to stay after five, I'll give you a cup of tea." "Who's coming at five?"
They talked of many things, covering with, their commonplaces the tenseness of the situation. Then suddenly the conversation took a significant turn. "I love these stormy nights," Petronella had said, "with the snow blowing, and the wind, and the house all warm and bright." "Think of the poor sailors at sea," Hare had reminded her. "Please I don't want to think of them.
Oh, uncle!" Petronella shook him by the lapels of his blue coat. "A man never knows how a woman feels about such things. Even you don't, you old darling. And now will you please go; and take this because I love you," and she kissed him on one cheek, "and this because it is a quarter to five and you'll have to hurry," and she kissed him on the other cheek.
"I fear me I am but a coward," answered Petronella, "for I am glad when night follows day and there be naught to alarm us. Perchance sitting with our aunt Dowsabel so much, I learn somewhat of her fears from her." "A truce to fear!" cried Kate, as she unbound her hair and tossed the heavy mane out of her eyes and over her shoulders.
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