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In the midst of this conversation, Sir Ralph, turning round to Sir Geoffrey, inquired if he had heard anything of a certain sermon that had been preached the day before at Bostock Church. "I heard of it," answered he, "but I heard it not. Some of mine, methinks, heard the same. Madge, wentest not thou thereto?" "Ay, good father, I went with Master Pynson." "Ah!" said Sir Ralph.
Sir Ralph Marston and his kinsman the Lord Marnell, dine with us to-day." "To-day?" "Yea, to-day. Dear, dear, dear, dear! What folk must they be that live in London town! Marry, Sir Ralph sent word by Richard Pynson, praying us not to dine until one of the clock, for that the Lord Marnell is not used to it at an earlier hour. I marvel when they sup!
Johnson the task of compiling the catalogue. 'The Earl had the rarest books of all countries, languages, and sciences': thousands of fragments, some a thousand years old: vellum books, of which some had been scraped and used again as 'palimpsests': 'a great collection of Bibles, and editions of all the first printed books, classics, and others of our own country, ecclesiastical as well as civil, by Caxton, Wynkyn de Worde, Pynson, Berthelet, Rastall, Grafton, and the greatest number of pamphlets and English heads of any other person: abundance of ledgers, chartularies, etc., and original letters of eminent persons as many as would fill two hundred volumes; all the collections of his librarian Humphrey Wanley, of Stow, Sir Symonds D'Ewes, Prynne, Bishop Stillingfleet, John Bagford, Le Neve, and the flower of a hundred other libraries.
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.
"And I pray you for to tell me whence you had it, good my Lady?" said he, rather ironically. Margery was silent. She was determined to bear the blame alone, and not to compromise either Pynson or Carew. "Had you this book since you came hither?" said Lord Marnell, varying the form of his question, when he saw she did not answer. "No, my Lord. I brought it with me from home."
"Well well, Master Pynson," said Margery, quickly. "I fare well. I cannot go where is not Christ, and where He is, howsoever I fare, I must needs fare well. And for the child come and see him." She led the way noiselessly to the adjoining room. Little Geoffrey lay in Alice's arms in a heavy sleep. His breathing was very quick and short, and his face flushed and fevered.
The grewall was standing still, and Margery was listening intently to the words of Richard Pynson, as he carelessly leaned against the wall. "Will you go, Mistress Margery?" Margery looked timidly at her mother. "I would like well to go," said she, "an' it might stand with your good pleasure." "Ay, lass, go," replied Dame Lovell, good-naturedly. "It is seldom we have a homily in Bostock Church.
Visitors to my home have noticed that upon my walls are hung noble portraits of Caxton, Wynkin de Worde, Richard Pynson, John Wygthe, Rayne Wolfe, John Daye, Jacob Tonson, Richard Johnes, John Dunton, and other famous old printers and booksellers.
"O Master Pynson!" said Margery, entreatingly, "I pray you that you ask good Master Carew to lend me that book! Tell him that Mistress Margery Lovell will lay her best jewels to pledge that she returneth the book safe. I must see that book Master Pynson!"
"Whereas I hear that Richard Pynson hath been here in London on Saint Luke's Day last, and hath borne back Geoffrey with him, at the which news I am truly glad, I trow that you have heard of my close prison in the Tower, whence I now write.
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