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What dost thou think, then, of "Faithful Contendings"? 'I have not read it. 'Or of Baxter's Sermons? she asked. 'I have not read them. 'Of Bull's "Spirit Cordial," then? 'I have not read it. Mistress Ruth Timewell stared at him in undisguised wonder. 'You may think me ill-bred to say it, sir, she remarked, 'but I cannot but marvel where you have been, or what you have done all your life.
'Let us do as Colonel Saxon proposes, and let us in the meantime march in that direction and send a trumpet to the governor. 'There is yet another plan, quoth Sir Stephen Timewell, 'which is to hasten to Gloucester, to cross the Severn there, and so march through Worcestershire into Shropshire and Cheshire. Your Majesty has many friends in those parts.
Silence for his most worshipful the Mayor of Taunton! Silence for the worthy Master Stephen Timewell! until in the midst of his gesticulations and cries he got entangled once more with his overgrown weapon, and went sprawling on his hands and knees in the kennel. 'Silence yourself, Master Tetheridge, said the chief magistrate severely.
Here we shall stay, if Sir Stephen Timewell will have us, until the men are refreshed and the recruits enrolled. We shall then make our way Bristolwards, and see what luck awaits us in the North. If Beaufort comes over all will be well. Farewell, my kind friends! I need not tell ye to be diligent and faithful.
'The rhine, which, as your Majesty's Grace cannot but perceive, is what the country folk call the rhine. 'It is a name, your Majesty, for the deep and broad ditches which drain off the water from the great morass of Sedgemoor, said Sir Stephen Timewell.
Your name, good Master Mayor, is Stephen Timewell, as I understand? 'The same, your Majesty. 'Too curt a name for so trusty a man, said the King, drawing his sword and touching him upon the shoulder with it. 'I shall make it longer by three letters. Rise up, Sir Stephen, and may I find that there are many other knights in my dominions as loyal and as stout.
Mistress Timewell seated herself upon the right of the Mayor's place, with Sir Gervas beside her, while the post of honour upon the left was assigned to Saxon. On my left sat Lockarby, whose eyes I observed had been fixed in undisguised and all-absorbing admiration upon the Puritan maiden from the first moment that he had seen her.
'So I trust, young sir, quoth Saxon, 'but we must none the less arrange a victual-train, with a staff of wains, duly numbered, and an intendant over each, after the German fashion. Such things should not be left to chance. Pretty Mistress Timewell glanced up with a half startled look at this remark, as though shocked at the want of faith implied in it.
Doubtless a true man would have rendered this help to any damsel in distress, and yet it may add to your satisfaction to know that she whom you have served is no stranger to you. With these words she dropped her mantle and turned her face towards us in the moonlight. 'Good lack! it is Mistress Timewell! I cried, in amazement. 'Let us homewards, she said, in firm, quick tones.
Then their rivalry shall be not a curse, but a blessing to this land of England. Reuben Lockarby was ill for many months, but when he at last recovered he found a pardon awaiting him through the interest of Major Ogilvy. After a time, when the troubles were all blown over, he married the daughter of Mayor Timewell, and he still lives in Taunton, a well-to-do and prosperous citizen.
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