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A fine thing it would be if a father might not lock up his own son." "Well, well! it won't come to that with me and my son. He never disobeyed me in his life: he never shall, Where is he? It is past supper-time. Where is he, Kate?" "Alas! I know not, father." "I know," said Ghysbrecht; "he is at Sevenbergen. My servant met him on the road." Supper passed in gloomy silence.
"How may that be?" "In my mind. And if I am to be disappointed i' the end, 'tisn't for you to disappoint me beforehand, telling me it is not to be a child, but only a girl." MARGARET BRANDT had always held herself apart from Sevenbergen; and her reserve had passed for pride; this had come to her ears, and she knew many hearts were swelling with jealousy and malevolence.
"I'll read you now," said Gerard, "were you twice as ill written; and to make sure of never losing you" here he sat down, and taking out needle and thread, sewed it with feminine dexterity to his doublet, and his mind, and heart, and soul were away to Sevenbergen.
She was keenly conscious of this, and watching for a slack tide in things domestic, put off her visit to Sevenbergen from day to day, and one afternoon that it really could have been managed, Peter Buyskens' mule was out of the way. At last, one day Eli asked her before all the family, whether it was true she had thought of visiting Margaret Brandt. "Ay, my man." "Then I do forbid you."
Then they went on to Margaret's room, and the very sight of it was discouraging it was small and bare, and not a cupboard in it; there was, however, a large fireplace and chimney. Dierich's eye fell on these directly. Here they found the beauty of Sevenbergen sleeping on an old chest not a foot high, and no attempt made to cover it; but the sheets were snowy white, and so was Margaret's own linen.
As the colour was creeping back to her face and lips. Catherine drew Margaret Van Eyck aside. "Is she staying with you, if you please?" "No, madam." "I wouldn't let her go back to Sevenbergen to-night, then." "That is as she pleases. She still refuses to bide the night." "Ay, but you are older than she is; you can make her. There, she is beginning to notice."
He replied to their looks. "All Sevenbergen could not find you now; you will lose your purse, Gerard, long before you get to Italy; is that the way to carry a purse?" Gerard looked, and there was a large triangular purse, entangled by its chains to the buckle and strap of his wallet. "This is none of mine," said he.
Dierich Brower, who was discovered at "The Three Kings," making a chatterbox drunk in order to worm out of him the whereabouts of Martin Wittenhaagen, was actually taken and flung into a horsepond, and threatened with worse usage, should he ever show his face in the burgh again; and finally, municipal jealousy being roused, the burgomaster of Sevenbergen sent a formal missive to the burgomaster of Tergou, reminding him he had overstepped the law, and requesting him to apply to the authorities of Sevenbergen on any future occasion when he might have a complaint, real or imaginary, against any of its townsfolk.
The sermon ended, he sat down on the pulpit stool, terribly shaken, But presently an idea very characteristic of the time took possession of him, He had sought her grave at Sevenbergen in vain. She had now been permitted to appear to him, and show him that she was buried here; probably hard by that very pillar, where her spirit had showed itself to him.
"Mates," said Dierich, "I doubt he speaks sooth. I told the burgomaster how 'twould be. He met the dwarf galloping Peter Buyskens's mule from Sevenbergen. 'They have sent that imp to Gerard, says he, 'so, then, Gerard is at Sevenbergen. 'Ah, master! says I, ''tis too late now.
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