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'Squahre Thomas, Nicholas Hogben interrupted him maliciously, 'that young man of Kent saith e'ennow: "Kat Howard is like to " and then he chokes upon his words. Now even what make of thing is it that Kat Howard is like to do or be done by? With his sword whiffling before him the young Poins could think rapidly nay, upon any matter that concerned his advancement he could think rapidly always.
He made his wry face, winked his eye and showed his teeth once more. 'Spat in the dust I should ha' spat in the dust, he remarked again. 'Or maybe I'd have cast my hat on high wi' "Huzzay, Squahre Tom!" according as the mood I was in, he said. He winked again and waited.
Culpepper was bursting with pride and satisfaction because he was a made man and would have all the world to know it. He swung his green bonnet round his red head and called for huzzays when the friar shewed fear. Hogben called for huzzays for Squahre Tom of Lincoln, and many men cheered.
He went on to tell, as if it had been a rosary, the names of the ruined women that the holes in his pikehead represented. There was one left by the wayside with her child; there was one hung for stealing cloth to cover her; there was one whipped for her naughty ways. He reached the square mark in the centre as the figure on the road reached the gateway. 'Huzzay, Squahre Tom!
I'd blow them, and take the reward, but for you and Squahre Rooksby. They're handy with their knives, too, I fancy. You mind me, and look to yourself with them. There's something unnatural." His words had a certain effect upon me, and his manner perhaps more.
A voice called up through the hatch, "Here's your uncle, Squahre Jack," and a husky murmur corroborated. "Be you drunk again, you old sinner?" Rangsley asked. "Listen to me.... Here's three men to be set aboard the Thames at a quarter after eleven." A grunt came in reply. Rangsley repeated slowly. The grunt answered again.
'Thou liest, Culpepper answered negligently, not turning his gaze from the gatewarden to whom he addressed a friendly question of, Who was the woman that had brought the two of them down. 'Now, Squahre! the Lincolnshire man grinned delightedly; 'thu hast askëd me tü questions. Answer me one: Did thee lie upon her when thee put her name up in the township of Stamford?
'Goodly squahre that thee art! he said; 'thou has harmed a many wenches in truth and in lies. Culpepper spied a down feather on his knee. 'Curse the mattress that I lay upon this night, he said amiably. He set his head back and blew the feather high into the air so that it floated out towards the tranquil and sunny pasture fields of France.
Meanwhile wait and, being a cub, hear how men talk. He slapped his chest and repeated to Hogben: 'Who be 'ee? Hogben, delighted to be asked at last a question, shewed his formidable teeth and beneath his familiar contortion of the eyelids brought out the words that one of the women who had brought him down was her that had brought Squahre Culpepper to sit on a squared stone before Calais gate.
He had, the young man, no ferocity but he was set there to stay Thomas Culpepper's going on to England; he was to stay him by word or by deed. Deeds came so much easier than words. 'Squahre Tom! the Lincolnshire man grunted. 'Reckon you have no money. Without groats and more ye shall get nowt to drink in Calais town, save water. Water you may have in plenty.
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