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"Is he a friend of Sir Thomas Wyat?" asked Mabel quickly. "His close friend," replied Deborah; "except the Duke of Richmond, now his rival, he had none closer. Have you ever seen Sir Thomas, sweetheart?" "Yes, for a few moments," replied Mabel confusedly. "I heard that he lingered for a short time in the forest before his departure for Paris," said Dame Quanden.
Ten days of poor Milly's absence, and of my solitude, had already passed, when my uncle sent for me to his room. When old Wyat stood at the door, mumbling and snarling her message, my heart died within me.
I trust Wyat will be banished from court. But if he is not, do not let him approach you more." "Poor Sir Thomas!" sighed Anne. "He loved me very dearly." "But what is his love compared to the king's?" cried Rochford. "Tut, tut, girl! think no more of him." "I will not, my lord," she rejoined; "I see the prudence of your counsel, and will obey it. Leave me, I pray you.
"I will not go," he continued, flinging himself into a seat. "Let them put what construction they will upon my presence. I shall at least wring Henry's heart. I shall see him suffer as I have suffered; and I shall be content." "This is not like you, Wyat," cried Anne, in great alarm. "You were wont to be noble, generous, kind. You will not act thus disloyally?
Henry then called to the Earl of Surrey, the Marquis of Dorset, the Lord Clifford, Wyat, and some others, and bidding them attend him, prepared to quit the court. As he passed the royal gallery, Anne called to him in an agonised voice "Oh, Henry! what is the matter? what have I done?"
'I do not know, but the old women wat is her name? 'Wyat, I suggested. 'Oh! oui, Waiatt; she says two, three week. And who conduct you to poor Madame's apartment, my dear Maud? She inquired insinuatingly.
"What say you to them, my liege?" cried Catherine, with a glance of triumph. "In the one she vows eternal constancy to Sir Thomas Wyat, and in the other written after her engagement to you he tells him that though they can never meet as heretofore, she will always love him." "Ten thousand furies!" cried the king. "Where got you these letters, madam?"
"Oh, do not detain Sir Thomas Wyat!" cried Mabel piteously; "do not deliver him to your dread master! Do what you will with me but let him go." "I will tell you what I will do," replied Fenwolf, in a low tone; "I will set Sir Thomas at liberty, and run all risks of Herne's displeasure, if you will promise to be mine." Mabel replied by a look of unutterable disgust.
What shall I call her? I've a name for all o' them. Old Giles there, is Giblets. He did not like it first, but he answers quick enough now; and Old Lucy Wyat there, nodding toward the old woman, 'is Lucia de l'Amour. A slightly erroneous reading of Lammermoor, for my cousin sometimes made mistakes, and was not much versed in the Italian opera.
He visited me this morning, and came to relate the particulars of a mysterious adventure that occurred to him last night." And the earl proceeded to detail what had befallen the duke in the forest. "A marvellous story, truly!" said Wyat, pondering upon the relation. "I will seek out the demon huntsman myself."
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